Oh my gosh!
The older ladies at the company are simply overflowing with maternal love, their eyes gleaming whenever they see Qiaoqiao!
"Oh my, this child is so handsome!"
"Yeah, the eyes are eyes, the nose is a nose—so pretty!"
Xiao Yun: ...How is this even a compliment? If the eyes weren't eyes and the nose wasn't a nose, what would they be?
"Exactly! Look at him when he smiles, so sweet! So handsome!"
You have to admit, his smile is genuinely sweet.
"How old is he? He looks just like a teenager, doesn't he?"
Not really, he's quite tall.
Just as the conversation was about to shift to worrying about Host Qiaoqiao's romantic prospects, Xiao Yun quickly interjected: "Um, sisters, Host Qiaoqiao is a really nice person, it's just that he fell ill as a child, and now his mental age is around six or seven... "
