Ou Lan clearly didn't want to answer Zhan Moxiao's question and couldn't help but glare at him, "Same with tonsils, He Ruyan?"
Zhan Moxiao, "...?"
He didn't understand!
Since he couldn't grasp what she meant, he even overlooked her unfriendly attitude, "What did you say?"
Indeed, there was a generational gap!
Ou Lan sighed in such a way.
Too lazy to explain to him, with a nine-year age difference, she felt there were three generational gaps between them!
It was a chasm!
Fearing that his dad would dredge up past matters to settle with him, Zhan Lingtao subconsciously tried to please Zhan Moxiao, eagerly explaining, "Dad, what Ou Xiaolan means is, if it's the same with tonsils, why are yours alone inflamed (spoken)?"
Zhan Moxiao, "..."
He found this more perplexing than profound metaphysics.
He still didn't get it!
As Ou Lan's look of disdain grew, Zhan Lingtao kept up his flattery, "Dad, 'yan' communicates 'yan', it's the inflamed 'yan' communicating the spoken 'yan'."
