Shu Xing's eyebrows furrowed as well.
The carriage stopped, and a person stepped down. When he saw the people who had just come out, a moment of embarrassment flashed across his face, but he quickly wore a smile and bowed deeply with clasped fists: "It's been a long time, how have you been, my old friend?" As he spoke, his eyes glanced at Gu Qingheng.
"Heh." Shu Xing let out a cold laugh. "And who might you be?"
Gu Kun's face became stiff.
Yang Ruxin looked at the old man in front of her. Compared to the last time she saw him in Beijing, he seemed much older and could even be described as haggard now.
No wonder, anyone whose beloved grandson of over ten years suddenly turned out to be a bastard child wouldn't be in a good mood. As they say, the face reflects the heart; with tough times, one's appearance surely becomes haggard.
"Old friend Shu Xing, I am Gu Kun." Gu Kun still managed to force a smile. "It's only been a few years. Don't you recognize me?"
