"I usually live alone and go back home for a few days on weekends or public holidays," Quan Tianqi put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth.
Suddenly recalling something, Xi An'an looked at him with hopeful eyes, "Right, can you do me a favor?"
"Can you get me an autographed photo of March?" Xi An'an said with a beaming smile.
Quan Tianqi lightly tapped on the table, his eyebrows arching slightly in surprise, "You like March?"
Xi An'an nodded, resting her chin in her hand, "March is so talented and handsome. I've seen him play the violin at his fashion show, and it was amazing."
"Am I less handsome?" Quan Tianqi asked, feeling jealous.
"That's not something one can compare, come on, he's your uncle, after all," Xi An'an said with a wry smile.
"Why can't we compare, am I not as handsome as he is?" He persisted, wanting an answer from her.
Xi An'an racked her brain and said, "You two are different types; March is like a gentle gentleman, someone who seems very tender."