But her age does not give her an advantage when facing Zhou Yuwen.
Zhou Yuwen looked at the lost Zheng Yanyan and put his hand on Zheng Yanyan's shoulder, saying, "You haven't thought this through, have you? No rush, Sister Xinyi, go back and think about it. Anyway, I honestly don't plan on dating anyone soon."
Zheng Yanyan was silent. The hand Zhou Yuwen placed on her shoulder gave her a bit of encouragement. Zheng Yanyan seemed tired, or perhaps for another reason, she leaned slightly towards Zhou Yuwen and said, "If you hadn't mentioned it, I would have forgotten."
"Ah?"
"I'm already 25. In your eyes, I'm just an old woman."
"What are you joking about, Sister Xinyi? You're not an old woman; you look quite young," Zhou Yuwen was startled and quickly explained.
But Zheng Yanyan was already leaning on Zhou Yuwen's shoulder, pouting and saying, "Stop flattering me. Are you not just saying that I'm too old?"
