"You can't be so absolute when you speak!
Before Haruki Murakami wrote 'Norwegian Wood,' his bar was famously successful in the local area! Picasso, I've heard, became famous because he was good at self-marketing. These two aspects complemented each other, leading to his subsequent worldwide fame."
Lin Zhou stopped in front of the man, looking at him with a slightly scrutinizing gaze, speaking bluntly: "That's a bit of an oversimplification, isn't it?"
This behavior is so unlike his usual self. Not to mention whether these words are appropriate, even his current gaze is unmistakably hostile.
Tian Xin felt extremely awkward and quickly stood up, pulling at him: "What are you doing? I'm just chatting with Uncle…"
"Uncle?" Lin Zhou curved his lips into a smile at the man, a mix of sarcasm and disdain on his face: "You came all the way here this late, using every trick in the book, possibly not just for a casual chat!"
"Hey, don't say that, we just met…"
