Zheng Xiweng remained silent.
In retrospect, when he was seventeen, he too had a vague sense of affection.
However, at that time he was far less mature than Qiao Yu, and his way of showing affection was to frequently pull the pigtails of the girl he liked, successfully becoming one of the people she disliked the most.
But before Zheng Xiweng had the chance to reflect, that damn voice of Qiao Yu's came again.
"Of course, when I reach your age, my brain will be too lazy to secrete hormones, and I'll probably lose interest in dating. So not only should research be started early, but dating should also be done early!"
"I'm going to get busy now."
Not wanting to see Qiao Yu's smug expression any longer, Zheng Xiweng simply stood up and walked out of Qiao Yu's office.
His mood wasn't particularly great. So Zheng Xiweng decided to communicate with those people in the west later in the afternoon.
