"Sleeping in the same bed and nothing happens?"
Zheng Duoqing chuckled, repeating what was said.
An old man nearby handed Zheng Duoqing a small stool: "You're something, I heard you charmed another young girl?"
Zheng Duoqing's smile collapsed; how could they talk about him?
Gossip is fine as long as it's not about himself.
The old man looked at him with emotion: "You, young man, have such a devoted look, how are you such a philanderer?"
Suddenly, Zheng Duoqing felt the stool beneath him was uncomfortable; free things are often troublesome.
The old man was a precise hitter, noticing Tang Jianjun's silence, he realized he hadn't paid attention to this child. With the thought that everyone should get some attention, he kindly asked, "Jianjun, I heard you can hold your breath underwater for 15 minutes now? Is that true?"
Tang Jianjun saw no problem with the question and nodded: "Yes!"
The old man nodded: "That's as good as a live turtle!"
