Song Ruoyu's eyes fell on the two figures almost stacked on top of each other in the chess and card room. He said that there was nothing wrong between them, and he was afraid they wouldn't even sit at the chess and card table.
Song Ruoyu ignored Xu Chenyang's stalking and was determined not to let him spend the New Year.
This side is still entangled, but the other side is already watching with eager eyes.
Xu Jingchuan: "You really don't remember me?"
Song Ruoyu: "Should I remember you? Are you some kind of big shot?"
"That's not true, it's just..."
"Actually, every time I see a particularly handsome man, I feel an inexplicable sense of familiarity."
"Are you my long-lost uncle? Otherwise, how can you explain your understanding of me and this inexplicable feeling of familiarity?"
"Why didn't you say I was your dad?"
"I have met my dad a few times, and you look nothing like him."
"What is your relationship with Xu Chenyang?"
"Have you never heard of Zhang Wang, Li Zhao and Xu everywhere? We just have the same surname and have nothing to do with each other."
Later at the family dinner: "Didn't you say you don't have any relationship?"
"Don't worry, I really have nothing to do with him. He is just my dad's grandson."
