The old man squinted his eyes at Chen Yan, but his expression was unreadable through those narrowed eyes. He shook his head and said, "Youth nowadays are easily startled. What's so scary about an old man like me?"
As he spoke, he glanced at Chen Yan's phone. "What were you looking at just now?"
"Dance art!" Chen Yan replied confidently.
"Very good, I also have quite a bit of research in dance art. How about we exchange some ideas?"
"..." Chen Yan hesitated for a moment and then tentatively asked, "Where's your wife?"
"No wife." The old man thought for a moment and added two words, "Single."
Well, a senior version of a non-marriage advocate?
That works. I was just worried that showing you too much of this stuff would upset your wife or make her too happy.
Chen Yan is not a stingy person, so he reopened his phone. The old man simply hung the parrot cage on the nearby fitness equipment rack and sat down next to Chen Yan proudly.
