Although the two men were more than ten years apart in age, if they talked about topics that generally interested men, they could completely bypass the age gap.
After spending a long time in China, Seong Taekyon gradually understood the laid-back nature of the Chinese people. It wasn't that they didn't care about age differences, but rather they kept their respect for each other deep in their hearts.
For instance, when Liu Xin'an chatted with him, he felt completely at ease and didn't feel offended at all. On the contrary, he thought Liu Xin'an was a flawless good man.
"How about we go play this afternoon?"
"Sure... no, that won't work."
In the end, Seong Taekyon's rationality prevailed.
He quickly waved his hand with a helpless smile on his face.
"Xin'an, I still have to work."
"That's too bad. I was hoping to play with you this afternoon, then let's do it tomorrow after the shoot. We can play for a while."
"Alright, but I'm really good."
"Want to play a fighting game?"
