At this time, outside the entrance gate of the Zhuo Family, a black stretch Bentley was parked.
A man in a black suit climbed out with style, holding a bundle of roses in his hands.
Zhuo Zhengxiu went to greet him, "Mr. Qin, we're honored. I didn't think Zhirun would grow up to be so handsome in just a few years, I almost didn't recognize him."
"Uncle Zhuo, Junyue of yours is the outstanding one, this rascal just came back to the country yesterday, and I invited him along today."
Mr. Qin was quite satisfied with his own son, but he was still being modest.
"Uncle Zhuo, Happy Birthday."
After Qin Zhirun greeted him, his gaze fell on Zhuo Junyi standing nearby.
She seemed even more beautiful than her childhood self today.
"Junyi, it's been a long time, these roses are for you."
Zhuo Junyi was taken aback, she had not expected Qin Zhirun to give her roses.
Qin Family had good relations with Zhuo Family, so during their childhood, Uncle Qin often brought Qin Zhirun over to play.
