Yan Ning secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then tried hard to regain her composure.
"I didn't expect that although you look young, your mindset is so mature; you could think of this so quickly."
Zhang Jingdong knew she was deliberately changing the subject, and he didn't want to stir up her sad feelings, so he immediately said: "Many of my friends say that although I look like I'm in my twenties, my psychological age must be at least thirty."
"Maybe that's also why I rarely make friends with my peers, mainly because I find their thoughts and behaviors too childish."
Upon hearing this, Yan Ning immediately recalled how he had been staring at her when he arrived tonight, and couldn't help saying: "Your statement is a bit too absolute; sometimes you also act very..."
"Are you talking about how I was staring at you when I first arrived?"
Yan Ning's gaze sharpened: "Yes!"
