Ruan Mengmeng looked in the direction that ruan Jiaojiao was pointing at and saw Qin Fang in a wine-red v-neck dress. She was well-dressed and was leaning on a man's arm.
And the man she was leaning on, no, it should be called an old man.
Even though he had dyed his hair black and was wearing a military uniform, making him look tall and burly, it still couldn't hide the deep wrinkles on his face and his skin that was as loose as chicken skin.
Such an old man was probably even older than Qin Fang's father.
However, Qin Fang was able to lean on that person's arm like a little bird and smile as beautiful as a flower.
"That's Zhou Zhengji?" ruan Mengmeng narrowed her eyes subconsciously.
The Qin Fang and ruan Jiaojiao of today were no longer on the same level as her. Compared to them, ruan Mengmeng was more interested in the guy called Zhou Zhengji.
