The boy seemed to take the rejection harder, his face tinged with despondence. "Oh, sorry to have bothered you then," he said, his spirits visibly crushed as he turned to leave.
"I thought the guy was okay. Why don't you like him?" Yang Gang finally asked.
"Immature," Ye Qingyin replied.
"Hm... daddy issues, huh," Young Master Yang remembered something suddenly. "Wait, Qingyin, the boy spoke in the Hangcheng accent. You just moved here, how do you know him?"
Ye Qingyin pointed at a nearby junior high school, her answer as brief and enigmatic as ever: "I go to school there."
Damn, another five-word answer.
Does this little girl always speaks in five words or less?
This was... oddly challenging.
At that moment, a small dog urinated on a nearby bench.
"Damn, whose dog is that? So uncivilized!" Young Master Yang was indignant.
The little dog seemed to hear Yang Gang's reproach. Far from fleeing in fear, it barked back at him defiantly.