Ning Ruixin thought gleefully, serves you right for being cocky, let's see how you answer.
However, Shen Qiao'an wasn't flustered at all; instead, he started laughing.
He glanced at Ning Ruixin with tenderness, but then turned his gaze to Lin Xingyi: "Hmm, that's a good question. Let me think... I started liking her... it should be around seven or eight years old, to be precise, seven."
"Wow, so early!" Lin Xingyi showed a gossiping expression, "Could you elaborate?"
Ning Ruixin smiled calmly, though she quietly grumbled inwardly.
This pale-faced guy is really good at improvising, seven years old... Back then, she didn't even know this pale-faced guy.
Shen Qiao'an smiled lightly: "When I was little, I looked a lot like a girl."
Lin Xingyi chuckled: "I can imagine."
