Because every time the other person looked at him, it was as if they were looking at Duoduo, just like looking at a child.
This also gave him the feeling that his status was the same as Duoduo's.
This "oh" sounded, in Gu Jin's ears, like she could sense the teenager's helplessness.
Not knowing what came to mind, she squinted her eyes and smiled, asking, "Xiao An, at school, are there any girls who play with you?"
Such a good-looking young man surely must be liked by the girls.
Hearing this, An Mingji's pretty eyebrows lightly furrowed, and an impatient look flashed in his eyes.
This expression seemed to recall some unpleasant memories.
Gu Jin raised an eyebrow: "There really are? Do all those girls like to play with you?"
"They're annoying as hell, and they always cry."
Thinking of the particularly delicate girls at school, An Mingji rarely showed a disgruntled expression.
Not denying it meant acknowledging it.
