Old Master Huo was feeling delighted because of the gift that Su Qingsang had given him earlier on, but when he saw a tall figure coming in, his smile grew even wider.
"Yichen, come here."
"Uncle." Zhang Yichen walked up to Old Master Huo and said, "it's been a long time since we've met, uncle. You look as energetic as ever."
"Not as energetic as you," said Old Master Huo as he looked at Zhang Yichen from head to toe. Zhang Yichen was in his thirties, looking composed and reliable.
He had a tall, sturdy body, and the muscles that he had grown in the army made him look very different from ordinary people.
"Why didn't you come here with your mom the last time?"
"They had their own things to do, and I didn't intend to join the party."
While speaking, Zhang Yichen caught a glimpse of a parrot and the person standing next to the parrot.
The expression on his face froze for a moment as his eyes scanned the whole of Su Qingsang's face.
