Qin Haonan wasn't very old, looking to be only about seventeen or eighteen years old, at the rebellious age of a young boy hitting puberty.
From his clothing, you could get a general idea: a pair of jeans with holes from top to bottom, as if he'd fished them out of a trash heap. There wasn't a single intact spot to be found; anyone ignorant of the context might think he couldn't afford trousers.
He walked with a swagger, not like a normal kid—decorated in flashy and flamboyant colors, a complete embodiment of the non-mainstream aesthetic.
Kids who acted this way were clearly rebellious at heart, refusing to tread the beaten path, and they were a real headache to discipline! Both school teachers and parents were at a loss.
Of course, that was for ordinary people. For Ye Xuan, disciplining such a kid was as easy as it could get.
"Big sis! Did you not hear me calling you just now? Why are you ignoring me?"
