Li Yan's smile widened as he listened to the busy tone on the phone.
He opened WeChat and sent Qiao Mu a message.
She really wanted to see the little thing blush and be shy, but unfortunately, she was not by her side.
Li Yan looked at the time and realized that it was already two in the morning. Thinking of what the little woman had said, he picked up the mirror on the bedside table and looked at his face. Was he really as old as she had said?
Li Yan, who had always been very conceited in all aspects, was doubting his looks for the first time.
The difference of ten years was indeed an indisputable fact. It seemed that he had to take good care of himself in the future and not stay up late anymore.
Otherwise, he would be despised to death by that heartless little thing!
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