The imposing middle-aged man sat down opposite old master Li, and the girl beside him followed.
Old master Li's gaze fell on the middle-aged man's face.
"You're Zhan Bao?"
The man's cold chin slightly moved. long time no see, uncle li.
The middle-aged man's low voice had just sounded when old master Li's deep eyes narrowed uncontrollably.
"Are you really Zhan Yang?" he subconsciously frowned.
Not only were they similar, even the way they addressed each other was similar.
Old master Li and President Zhan Kai were of the same generation, so when Zhan Yang was young, he had always called him uncle li.
The other party didn't answer and instead narrowed his eyes,"it's been ten years." Uncle li, let me introduce you. This is my daughter, Jia 'er."
Old master Li's face darkened when he heard that.
He was not like old Madam li, who was willing to accept Zhan Jia 'er.
