"In my hometown, there's a magical legend that if you pluck two hairs, you can predict how old you'll live to be! Look at mine, this one looks like a 6, this one looks like a 2, which means I can live to 62. Xiaotang, do you want to try?"
The little fella looked at the hairs in his hand and laughed lightly, "Uncle Will, you're so silly to believe such nonsense. Every hair you pluck out has a different shape, so does that mean your lifespan keeps changing?"
Will was at a loss for words.
He always thought of himself as clever, but he couldn't even fool a five-year-old child?
As he was still secretly contemplating how to get a specimen from the little kid, the child in front of him had already turned around, a pair of eyes glowing with a blue-purple light, wisely fixing on his face.
"Uncle Will, one moment you're cutting my nails, the next you want me to blow up balloons, and then you're trying to pull out my hair... What are you really up to?"
He was discovered?!