Qin Zhan didn't stop, dialing the number he had long memorized in his heart, and said lightly, "Respecting the old, now it's time to love the young."
Old Sir Qin paused upon hearing this and curiously asked, "Which young one are you talking about?"
Then, Old Sir Qin sighed, "The child really isn't bad-looking, much more pleasing to the eye than you, just a pity, not a girl, otherwise would be very handsome."
Qin Zhan's hand paused slightly, he let out an 'oh' and no longer paid attention to Old Sir Qin.
Seeing that Qin Zhan was ignoring him, Old Sir Qin clicked his tongue lightly, suddenly thinking of something, and seemed a bit gloating, commenting that the other party was still underage, indeed still a youngster.
At this moment, Qin Zhan had already walked to the side, quietly waiting for the call to connect. When it finally did, the cold, indifferent yet somewhat gentle voice on the other side made his eyes soften, and his deep laugh sounded softly.
