"Old Lin?" Everyone turned their heads, and where the sunlight fell, it was none other than Lin Junfu, who had just been separated into another group.
"What brings you here?" Wang Qiang was picking his nose, eyes slanted, looking quite comfortable.
Seeing his laid-back expression, Old Lin was both envious and teasing, "What, Qiangzi, you've just moved into your new home, and you're already not welcoming old friends?"
"Ah, Old Lin, your words..." Pretending to be heartbroken and "beating his chest," after a poor performance, Wang Qiang immediately stood up with enthusiasm and introduced, "Come, come, Old Lin, let me introduce you... This is Brother Yan, he's an intellectual."
"Oh, not at all! Not at all! Xiao Wang, don't joke around! I'm no intellectual."
Ignoring Yan Hua's modesty, Wang Qiang continued on his own, "And this here, our great mother, Comrade He Jing!"
He Jing gave a polite nod with a small smile.
