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Huh? Why is there a young man at Su Qingqing's place? Lin Tian saw a young man open the door and was surprised; he had thought Su Qingqing lived alone.
This young man appeared to be around fifteen or sixteen, with a crew cut, a black tank top on his upper body, skin tanned dark from the sun, and well-built muscles. He sized up Lin Tian without any fear of the stranger.
"Little brother, why are you blocking the doorway? When we have guests, you should invite them in," Su Qingqing chided, knocking on the young boy's head.
So he was her brother, no wonder they looked somewhat alike. Lin Tian suddenly realized and thought it made sense—given Su Qingqing's personality, she wouldn't date an underage boy.
The boy, unfazed by the knock on his head, moved aside and continued to scrutinize Lin Tian. He suddenly asked, "Sister, is this your boyfriend? He's even handsomer than me."