"Just having a look, over the age of fifty, who isn't fresh meat these days?"
"Don't be fooled by my somewhat mature appearance, inside, I'm brimming with youth and vitality!"
This old man was full of pride, without a hint of embarrassment; his skin was thicker than that of an old beggar.
Seeing the old man behaving like an unshakable lotus, Li Xiaobai inwardly cursed a storm, feeling his tolerance threshold being constantly reset. An old salted meat actually had the guts to throw a tantrum and pretend to be fresh meat in front of him, truly an eyesore.
His eyes were not blind; this guy was a wrinkled old man with graying hair, yet he dared to call himself a young talent. Where was his shame?
'Heh, a case of old bottle, new wine, elder over fifty yet still maintaining an innocent heart, I truly admire that,'
Li Xiaobai pinched his nose, barely squeezing out a few words through clenched teeth.