With the younger generation

Guan Jingyi and Tan Zihao were already seated on the sofa, escorted by the juniors. At that time, their backs were facing the kitchen door. There were at least a dozen or so men and women in the living room, and Tan Zihao could be counted as the one with a similar figure as Guan Jingyi. Moreover, he was sitting beside Guan Jingyi, so even though Wen Ya saw him for the first time, she was still able to tell that he was Guan Jingyi.

Guan Jingyi was secretly delighted in her heart. After thinking about it, she felt that this was probably the power of love, even though he had not seen him for a long time, he could still recognize his figure from the sea of people.

Wen Ya pursed her lips and coughed softly, as though she was clearing her throat. She used one hand to brush away the hair on her forehead and used a voice that she thought was perfect to hear. "Fourth Brother, you've come!"