The Sanctimonious Zhang Zhiyuan

The three of them got into the car, and the chauffeur immediately started the engine, driving slowly towards the compound.

Zhang Zhiyuan looked up through the rearview mirror, his gaze lingering on Su Xiaoxiao and Jiang Yexun in the back seat. It seemed as if he was deep in thought, as a trace of melancholy flickered in his eyes.

"Speaking of which, it's been over twenty years since I've been to Shanghai. I wonder how the city has developed now?" Zhang Zhiyuan casually remarked, as though making small talk.

Su Xiaoxiao pondered for a moment before answering, "From what I've seen growing up, Shanghai hasn't changed much. There are more buildings now, and places like the supply and marketing cooperatives and the Friendship Store have gone from two stories to three."