Wang Xiaoqiang introduced Little Bao and Little Sakura to Tang Guowei.
Tang Guowei immediately went up to shake hands with both of them, and when he held Little Bao's hand, he couldn't help but exclaim, "Wang Young Master is so grown up already?"
Little Bao chuckled bitterly and said, "Director Tang, please don't call me that. It makes me feel like I've traveled back to ancient times, with a sense of time and space disorder..."
Tang Guowei hadn't expected Little Bao to be so articulate and mature, so he asked, "You're not twenty years old, are you??"
Both Little Bao and Little Sakura let out a wry smile, and Little Bao said, "I'm only eleven."
"What? Only, only eleven?" Tang Guowei exclaimed in astonishment, turning to look at Wang Xiaoqiang,
Wang Xiaoqiang smiled and said, "Director Tang, I'm only twenty-six, my son couldn't possibly be twenty..."
