The little boy nodded attentively, then secretly glanced at Nightingale's expression and tightened his lips.
"But you're still young." Hua Hua, afraid the little boy might feel too pressured, adopted a more friendly posture to chat with him, gradually realizing the little boy was not as eccentric as he had imagined. He just cared too much about Nightingale's opinion, gauging her reaction for everything he did, seeking her approval.
Ah, definitely an age eager to impress.
The little boy's mouth twitched, ignoring the comment about him being young.
For a kid who grew up in the jungle and could successfully traverse the tropical rainforest by age six, fifteen was already the age of a grown man to him, and he particularly disliked being called small, believing he was definitely on par with men in their twenties or thirties.
"Where are you guys going?" After dinner, Ling Yin settled the bill, returned to the table, and asked Nightingale.
