Chu Chen's lips curved into an ambiguous, mocking smile.
"Brother Chen?" he repeated, his tone flat, betraying neither pleasure nor anger. "If I recall correctly, according to Lin Weiwei's public profile, she's actually a bit older than me?"
Lin Weiwei's hand holding the wine glass froze mid-air. The flush on her face instantly shifted from bashful to deeply embarrassed, turning red enough to bleed.
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