"How old is Dai Zhongwen?" Ding Haijing suddenly asked.
Today, when Jiang Xiao went down to take photos, Ding Haijing waited in the car. Since it was inside the art academy, he felt more at ease, especially with so many people accompanying her.
But he hadn't expected that any issues would arise from the group following her.
"Twenty-two, still very young."
Twenty-two, indeed still very young.
Jiang Xiao was a bit surprised, "I thought he looked twenty-seven or twenty-eight, turns out he's only twenty-two?"
It wasn't that she was perceiving him as older, but rather Dai Zhongwen genuinely seemed around twenty-seven or twenty-eight, nearly thirty. Especially his eyes, which had the look of someone with considerable experience, not like the eyes of someone in their early twenties.
She couldn't quite explain the distinction; it was perhaps just a gut feeling.
