The tone was so sour in that last sentence.
"There's no comparison, my mentor is almost ninety years old, and how old are you? How can there be any comparison?"
"Nin...ninety years old?" Lu Hualiang's lips curved upward.
Suddenly, he felt the moonlight tonight was truly beautiful.
Even though he couldn't see the moon.
Xia Weibao felt a bit melancholic, "Yes, my mentor is almost ninety. Why are you asking so much about my mentor?"
Lu Hualiang froze, his expression a bit odd.
Thinking about his childish behavior just now, his face was very stern.
Lu Hualiang's gaze became deeper, staring somewhat fiercely at the woman on the bed.
Through the bed curtain, the view wasn't very clear, hazy, yet it made his heart race.
This woman, in less than a day, had already made him lose control several times, which was not a good sign.
He didn't believe in fate, nor in love at first sight.
