"Yan Qing, 18 years old. How about you guys?"
His voice was clear and concise, offering nothing more than a name and an age as a form of introduction.
18 years old? No way! This scruffy-looking guy is only 18?
Xiao Yu was shocked, and Xiao Ze was also surprised, "If you hadn't said anything, I would have thought you were in your twenties or thirties. You're only 18?"
Mr. Yan, belatedly realizing, followed their gaze and checked himself, only then noticing his missing hair and uneven beard.
Xiao Yu hurriedly explained, "Well, when I found you, your body was so dirty, and your hair was all clumped together. It wasn't convenient to clean you up in that state, so I shaved it for you. If you're unhappy about it, maybe you can grow it back?"
