Song Yitang also put away her smile, thinking that since she was at someone else's house, giggling and laughing was always improper.
The man had a neat buzz cut and wore an army green shirt, standing tall and upright with disciplined posture.
He looked like he might be a soldier.
"This is Comrade Song Yitang, the comrade I've been telling you about!"
Xing Weiming introduced Song Yitang to his cousin, "This is my cousin, Xing Jiannan."
Song Yitang smiled and said hello, "Hello."
Xing Jiannan squinted his eyes, and didn't come back to his senses until he heard Song Yitang speak.
"Hello."
After greeting her, Xing Jiannan tried to sit back down and continue reading the newspaper calmly, but his heart kept thumping wildly, and his gaze was constantly drawn to Song Yitang.
So this was the Song Yitang his cousin had spoken of.
At first, when he heard about her from their lips, Xing Jiannan thought Xing Tian was idolizing her too much.
