Qu Jianlei just asked on a whim. Even if the other party were Supreme, he wasn't very afraid of a real falling out.
"Supreme... me?" Nutrient Injection laughed when hearing it, "Sir, don't joke with me, I'm only in my early forties."
"An A-level in their early forties," Qu Jianlei was astonished when he heard, "Is this so impressive?"
At this moment, a strange thought popped into his head: If Little Jing were alive, wouldn't he be under fifty?
"I didn't feel it's impressive," Nutrient Injection spoke blandly, "There are certainly more A-levels in their forties than Supremes."
Qu Jianlei rolled his eyes upon hearing that, "You can't compare."
"Being A-level is really not a big deal," Nutrient Injection responded casually, "A genius that dies young isn't a genius."
Then he stretched out his hand and spoke blandly, "It's raining, shall we walk in the rain?"
"I also like the rain," Qu Jianlei replied casually, "You keep talking."
