Xiao Gao, still in shock, couldn't help but feel envious. Life is just like that, isn't it? Brother Zhou was nearing retirement, yet he managed to pull off a "father's glory from his son." Who could have imagined?
"Lao Zhou, if you don't have time today, that's fine, but I'm serious. We have to find time to get together!"
Sun Liancheng warmly patted Zhou Dajun on the shoulder and said, "I only found out by reading the newspaper today that we actually have a connection!"
"Oh?"
Having barely managed to calm his emotions, Zhou Dajun curiously asked, "What connection?"
"That's my fault, for not communicating properly before... My daughter and your son are classmates from the same year at First Middle School," Sun Liancheng chuckled. "That day, my Ningning also attended Jing City First Middle School's homecoming. When she got back, she mentioned a classmate who donated ten million. I had no idea that classmate was your son, Zhou Wang..."
