"Xu Siyuan..." He thought for a moment before asking with some uncertainty, "Is Xu Heng your..."
"He is my father..." He Kang understood immediately, his expression softening with nostalgia. "I remember when I was a kid, I was always following your father around..."
Though a generation separated him and Xu Siyuan, he was only eight or nine years older than Xu Siyuan's father.
"My father mentioned you often as well." Xu Siyuan looked excited, quickly raising his wine glass.
"Put it down. You don't look like you can hold your liquor, and this Fengzhu Wine..." He Kang glanced at the bottle on the table and shook his head.
"It's not cheap, and even Tier Two Professionals can't handle much of it. We're both from the old hometown, there's no need to be so formal."
Meanwhile, the one-armed, middle-aged man sitting on the other side looked a little embarrassed.
