Mr. Wang glanced at Ye Hua, suspiciously wondering if this woman knew Jiang Xiaoxiao?
Otherwise, how could she ask such a specific question like that, which strangers typically wouldn't?
"Hey, you little rascal, you still know to come back, huh! Wow, bringing home such a pretty girl."
Just as Jiang Xiaoxiao imagined, the old man's face was square with thick eyebrows and big eyes, his gaze fierce with an impressive aura.
Jiang Xiaoxiao smiled and greeted him.
"Hello, Uncle Wang! I'm a friend of Mr. Wang."
This self-introduction was not quite standard.
The old man glanced at his son, thinking his boy was thirty-one and still unmarried, could he have suddenly become enlightened?
But the girl in front of them was quite young.
This son of his, was he thinking of robbing the cradle?
