He was only in his twenties. Wasn't he considered young?
"The new generation always replaces the old. When you're old, you just have to accept it." Qin Mei reached out and patted Jie Jingchen's shoulder.
"Qin. Mei," Jie Jingchen ground out through gritted teeth, emphasizing each syllable. He was young. He wasn't old at all. What was there to accept?
"You're already thirty," Qin Mei said, continuing to add fuel to the fire, stoking Jie Jingchen's anger even higher.
"I just celebrated my twenty-sixth birthday not long ago," Jie Jingchen practically growled. How was he thirty? He seriously suspected that Qin Mei didn't even know his birth year.
"I rounded up," Qin Mei said.
Jie Jingchen was speechless, unable to find a single word to retort. If they rounded up, he really was thirty. But what about Qin Mei? No matter how she rounded up, she was only twenty.
Thirty and twenty—a ten-year age gap. It really would be a case of an old man robbing the cradle.
