Then, Chen Feng's lips curled slightly as he looked at the Fourth Elder with a playful expression: "Hey, you there, may I ask how old you are this year?"
"Huh?"
The Fourth Elder was taken aback, momentarily not comprehending Chen Feng's intent, and instinctively replied: "I am sixty-three this year, why, do you have a problem?"
"Sixty-three? But it doesn't seem like it!"
Chen Feng said playfully.
"Doesn't seem like it how?"
The Fourth Elder asked, puzzled.
"Judging by your height, you're less than one and a half meters tall, so short, and you have the nerve to say you're sixty-three. Where did all those sixty-something years of growth go, hmm? Tiny winter melon friend?"
Chen Feng chuckled lightly.
This statement would have been better left unsaid.
Once said, the Fourth Elder was about to explode with rage.
It's important to know that height was his lifelong pain.
Since he was ten, his height had stopped at one point four-five meters and never grew taller.
