It seems that the truths of the human world are all the same.
No matter the social class, the older one grows, the lonelier one becomes.
"Brother Jiang, you must have a childhood sweetheart, right?"
He asked Jiang Chen.
Jiang Chen nodded in surprise and even asked, "How does Mr. Song know? Have you met her?"
People casually ask a follow-up question in a conversation—shouldn't that be perfectly normal?
Song Chaoge shook his head and joked, "Probably not."
Jiang Chen glanced at Cao Jinse, as if comparing, then introduced, "Like Miss Cao, my childhood sweetheart is also outstanding. Her name is Fang Qing, and she's a brilliant lawyer."
If Fang Qing were here, she might feel somewhat touched.
Look at who's seated at this dinner table right now.
Let's not even mention the Taoist nun sister—every single person here is considered an extraordinary figure in the eyes of ordinary people.
"This name, I think I've heard it before."
Song Chaoge's eyes showed a thoughtful expression.