Following the voice, the speaker was a man dressed in a crisp military uniform shirt, with clear, handsome features and a tall, upright stature.
He sat with great posture, his back as straight as a poplar tree, and there were some slight similarities between his eyes and those of Song Weiyang, appearing to be around twenty-four or twenty-five years old.
Ning Xixi calculated and guessed that he must be her cousin: Song Zhizhou.
Another voice, warm and amiable, said, "He is our future brother-in-law, brother, you should be a bit nicer to him."
Ning Xixi turned her gaze and saw a man in a white shirt and black trousers, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and holding a book, smiling at her.
If Song Zhizhou was the aloof handsome idol, then this man was undoubtedly the epitome of a warm-hearted gentleman.
Ning Xixi thought, he must be her other cousin: Song Zhiyang, who was three years younger than Song Zhizhou.
Both their fathers are brothers of Song Weiyang and also Ning Xixi's uncles.
