Old Man Xian’s Birthday Banquet III

At this moment, Zhou Shufen's eyes were unflinching. She was openly looking in Xian Zihao's direction, and there was a smile in her eyes. "Zihao, am I right?"

Xian Zihao lightly pursed his lips into a smile that was neither cold nor warm. He lowered his voice and said, "Miss Zhou's memory is really good."

"Of course, how could I forget the words of someone who was too important to me in my life?" Zhou Shufen's smile carried hints of meaning as she softly glanced at Jiang Ruolan, who was standing side by side with him. The smile on her face gradually became a bit more imposing.

"Since Miss Zhou wants to go pay her respects, I'll bring you guys over when I find the time tomorrow." Old Man Xian suddenly changed the topic.

"That's right. Everyone, don't just stand here. The weather is cold right now. No matter whose body it is, even if they stood in this wind for a long time, they wouldn't be able to withstand it."