Zhou Qing turned around and his gaze fell on the tall boy who was speaking. He smiled and walked over, "You're Zeguang, aren't you?"
"Luckily, Brother Qing still remembers me. I thought you had long forgotten about me."
Wei Zeguang was the son of Zhou Qing's cousin, Zhou Haiyan. When they were kids, Wei Zeguang often played with Zhou Qing, always covered in snot and particularly tearful, which made Zhou Qing quite annoyed. As Zhou Qing grew up, he went to school and later became busy with work, meeting his family less and less, and he had almost not recognized his own cousin.
Uncle Wei Mingsheng came over with a few exquisitely packaged gift boxes in his hand, "Qing, it's been a long time. Your uncle doesn't have much to give you, so I bought some food and drink for you. Don't look down on it."
Zhou Qing quickly said, "Uncle, you're being too polite. We are all family. Take these things back and let Zeming have them."
