Chuchu pouted, but she didn't argue.
She never argued with him because, in her heart, he was like a deity.
"Brother Donglin, let's go see an opera. I have two tickets..." she said excitedly. "My big brother said these tickets are extremely hard to get. He went to great lengths to get two. It's said to be very, very elegant, a world-famous..."
Wan Donglin patiently grinned: "I don't understand operas..."
Chuchu's mouth fell open: "What... Brother Donglin, are you joking?"
"I really don't watch operas. I find their singing sounds awful, and I can't appreciate it at all."
"You don't like ballet either?"
"No, I think the way they dance on tiptoe looks funny and awkward. Tap dancing is better."
The young girl's brow furrowed completely: "I think it's very graceful. I even learned it for two years when I was young, but couldn't continue because of my health."
"Haha."
"So, Brother Donglin... what do you like to watch?"
