Jiang Xiaolin answered irrelevantly, "How old was that guy just now?"
What kind of bizarre question was that?
Tang Xiang responded, "In his thirties, I guess." She handed over the contract, asking, "Which data is problematic?"
He still responded irrelevantly, his tone not very pleasant, the usual refined demeanor seemingly devoured by dogs, a mocking smile playing at the corners of his mouth, "Only in his thirties, huh? I thought he was almost forty."
Where did he look forty?
Tang Xiang rolled her eyes at him, "It's none of your business how old he is."
Jiang Xiaolin sat up, glancing up at her, "Why do you still have a taste for that?"
The conversation was becoming more nonsensical by the minute.
Tang Xiang looked at his infuriatingly handsome face, "What taste do I have?"
"Going after older ones, not afraid it'll hurt your teeth."
"..."
Her teeth didn't hurt, they were itchy, she wanted to bite someone, "Are we signing the contract or not? If not, get out."
