Unable to recall, he displayed an awkward but polite smile, "Hello."
Uncle Zhao nodded, then turned to look at Wen Weiping, "Old Wen, your son-in-law is quite handsome."
Wen Weiping remained stoic as he replied, "Go walk your dog."
With a look and tone of disdain.
The two old neighbors had been bantering for a lifetime; it was habit for them.
"I've got a son-in-law, I'm not trying to steal yours," Uncle Zhao retorted to Wen Weiping, then glanced at Qi Dong's car, "The young man is quite low-key."
Wen Jing knew that Uncle Zhao had mistaken Qi Dong for Zhou Sicheng, saying he was low-key because Zhou Sicheng had driven a Land Rover the night before.
Uncle Zhao had sent Wen Weiping a video of Zhou Sicheng's Land Rover, and he guessed that Uncle Zhao was calling Qi Dong low-key with reference to his car.
He stopped looking at Uncle Zhao and urged Wen Jing and Xu Ningyue, "Let's go, don't keep them waiting."
