This is too much of a coincidence. Could there really be someone so similar in this world?
"Your sister doesn't much resemble you, does she?" Ying Zheng withdrew his gaze, looking at Zhao Feng with a teasing tone.
"I take after my father, and my sister takes after our mother," Zhao Feng replied with a smile.
"Zhao Ying, right?" Ying Zheng spoke slowly.
"I am," Zhao Ying responded politely.
"Is this your first time in Xianyang?" Ying Zheng asked gently.
"Yes," Zhao Ying nodded.
"I've heard that your family consists of just you, your brother, and your mother, all relying on each other."
"Now that you're here in Xianyang, doesn't that leave your mother all alone in the countryside?" Ying Zheng said with a slight smile.
"We tried to persuade our mother to come with us, but she refused. She said she's not used to the hustle and bustle of the capital and prefers the tranquility of the countryside," Zhao Ying explained truthfully.
