Zhou Jinzhong observed their subtle expressions, a bit more self-satisfied. He glanced at the time and said, "They should be here by now."
Following his voice, the sound of a car approached from outside, and then a person walked in.
Zhou Lin's face changed, and his gaze turned sharp, "Meng Qiancheng?"
Meng Qiancheng was wearing a brown coat, his short hair sharp and different from the gentle doctor he had been before, his whole demeanor had changed.
He twirled his car keys, walked over to Zhou Jinzhong's side, "Third Uncle, I'm not late, am I?"
Zhou Jinzhong, with a benevolent smile, waved and called out, "Qiancheng is here."
Meng Qiancheng sat down beside him, "Third Uncle."
Zhou Jinzhong spoke indifferently, "This is Chenyan's son, Qiancheng."
The living room fell into a deathly silence.
"Impossible," Lin Yu stood up excitedly, staring intently at Meng Qiancheng.
How could he possibly be...
