Jiang Xiaobai led Bai Yongqiang and his daughter forward, and Zheng Xia and the curator here, Zhou Cang, came to meet them.
"Hello there, Teacher Bai! Do you still remember me?"
Zheng Xia had already informed Zhou Cang about the basic situation of Bai Yongqiang, who was also a calligraphy enthusiast.
"Teacher Zhou, it's you!"
Bai Yongqiang recognized Zhou Cang, and neither of them had expected to encounter an old acquaintance here. Zhou Cang and Bai Yongqiang both belonged to an amateur calligraphy enthusiasts' association, which had once organized an event to which they were both invited, so they had met once before, but that was five or six years ago.
"Curator Zhou, you two know each other?" Zheng Xia didn't know they were acquainted.
Zhou Cang said with a smile, "It's really fate. I met Teacher Bai a few years ago in the provincial capital, and I didn't expect our reunion to be here."
"Yes, fate indeed!" Bai Yongqiang also became emotional.
