He Zhiqiu tried his best to look more natural and calm. He nodded at Lin Jiansheng and said, "Hello, Mr. Lin."
"Hello, hello." Only then did Lin Jiansheng remove his hand from He Zhiqiu's shoulder.
Lin Jiansheng sized up He Zhiqiu's old face. For a moment, he couldn't guess this person's exact age. Lin Jiansheng hesitated for a moment before asking, "May I know how old you are this year?"
He Zhiqiu revealed an ashamed expression and sighed. "I'm sorry. I'm only 80 years old this year."
Lin Jiansheng was speechless.
He really didn't expect that He Zhiqiu, who looked like he could be buried at any time, was actually a hundred years younger than him.
Lin Jiansheng quickly digested this information and said, "I'm 180 years old this year. In that case, I'll call you Brother He."
