"What do you mean?" Lin Mubai's eyes widened instantly, filled with a fervent hope.
How could he forget, this little guy always notices things, and knows An Nan best. Maybe he can give him some good advice.
He knows it's embarrassing to pin his hopes on a little guy, but what other choice does he have?
Besides, this little guy is never one to be measured by age.
What's the embarrassment worth compared to losing a wife—that's a Heaven-sized problem.
So today, even if he loses face completely, he must ask for an answer.
After finishing the last game, An Jiayou finally shifted his gaze from the iPad screen to the handsome face of the man in front of him, immediately blurting out a rather thought-provoking but nearly blood-boiling remark for Lin Mubai: "You're good-looking, but how's your brain so weak?"
"An Jiayou." Lin Mubai couldn't help but growl, yet he tried hard to control his voice, seemingly afraid of being overheard by the person in the bathroom.
