Wen Sheng glanced at Jiang Shifang and then at Jiang Ruxin, her mind whirring quickly.
"Brother Shifang is well, and this is—Uncle Jiang?"
The father and son bore a five or six-tenths resemblance to one another, especially in their bearing.
Moreover, the night before, Zhu Qingjia had mentioned that Qinshui Park next to their complex had been completed, and Jiang Ruxin and his son were invited to the ribbon-cutting ceremony. It was likely that after the ceremony, they stopped by to see Zhu Qingjia on their way home.
Jiang Shifang wasn't surprised to see Wen Sheng here since she and Zhu Qingjia were so close they could share the same pants as besties.
"Dad, this is my sister's best friend. She lives just downstairs," Jiang Shifang introduced proactively.
Speaking of which, Wen Sheng was greatly indebted to Jiang Ruxin when she bought her house, receiving a considerable discount thanks to his care.
