Ceng Zimo Is Really too Good

"Sit down. " Zhao Xi smiled amiably. "It's not too late. The banquet has not started yet. How should I address you?"

"The husband's surname is Lin. "

"Oh, Mrs. Lin. "

Mrs. Lin asked gently and generously, "Isn't it too rude?"

"Mrs. Lin, you don't have to be so polite. I invited Zimo to bring a friend here. You can come because you want to give me face. " Zhao Xi could tell that Mrs. Lin was not an ordinary person at first glance. She looked inconspicuous but she was dressed in an inconspicuous manner. Some things can't be piled up by matter, like temperament and momentum.

She just did not expect that Zeng Zimo's friends also had such a person.

She looked at Zeng Zimo, who had a strange expression on his face. "You. . . Why are you here? Aren't you busy? "