"Is that so?" Shen Hanxing tilted her head and smiled faintly. "But I like Mr. Ji. He's steady and lively." Her smile deepened. "If you're too mature, I can't take it."
Wei Yong was unwilling to accept it and still struggled to say, "That's because you haven't experienced the thoughtfulness and gentleness of a mature man!" What could an ice cube like Ji Yan understand? He was cold all day long. His thoughts were old-fashioned, and he never got close to women. He would never go to those pubs to meet his clients. Was he even a man if he was not interested in women?
"I don't have to rush into things. I have a lot of time to experience it slowly," Shen Hanxing smiled, "Mr. Ji will also turn thirty-five one day. I will accompany him and experience his 35-year-old, 45-year-old, 85-year-old, and 95-year-old. We have a long time to share."
