"Take your mother's surname?" Fan Shaohuang squinted his eyes and looked at her, as if he was very confident.

"Does Mr. Fan take his mother's surname?" Leng Qianxun did not deny it or answered positively.

This surname is indeed from the mother, it depends on how the other party understands her.

"Haha." Fan Shaohuang sneered twice. This woman is indeed not simple, and she can be without any leakage.

"Why are you so happy to talk about?" Kang Wenhao walked over and saw that they were chatting happily.

"Talk casually." Leng Qianxun picked up the tea poured by the man opposite him just now.

If this man was involved in the incident back then, why didn’t he look old at all? Shouldn’t he be of the age of surname Kang?

Also, how did he know that his mother is still alive?

Could it be that he let it go on purpose?

While drinking tea, Leng Qianxun glanced at the man opposite him.

The facial features are three-dimensional, thick eyebrows, handsome eyes, thin nose, and thin lips. The sound is very nice, but there is no temperature, which makes people distance themselves from it.

"I guess Director Kang introduced my friend to me, so he probably needed pills, right?" The other party was suspicious of her, so he went straight to the point and said less nonsense.

"Yes, Miss Nangong's elixir quality is the best at present, and no one can compare to it." Kang Wenhao gave her a thumbs up. This was his first time praising a man.

"Did the girl refine this pill yourself?" Fan Shaohuang interrupted.

"I have this team." How could she admit it? It would be better to tell him directly that she is also a cultivator and is a descendant of the Nangong family.

Fan Shaohuang stared at her without blinking, trying to see something from her face?

Leng Qianxun looked back at him, very honest.

The waiter who served the dishes came up and Fan Shaohuang took back his gaze.

Kang Wenhao, who was sitting next to him, always felt that there was always a similar place between them, and the same feeling of arrogance and strong confrontation, which made him feel a little interesting.

When I saw that Fan Shaohuang was defeated, I have repeatedly given him this illusion in front of Miss Nangong.

"Come on, come on, chat while eating." Although there was no smoke in the scene, it could also make him feel like he was in the sound of gunfire.

Leng Qianxun lowered his eyes and started to pick up the food in front of him. Kang Wenhao poured them wine there.

"Come on, celebrate our acquaintance and wish Miss Nangong's business better and better."

"Thank you, I wish you good health and all your wishes come true." Leng Qianxun picked up the goblet and waited for the man opposite to raise the glass.

Fan Shaohuang slowly put down his fork, then picked up the wine glass, raised it slightly, and then started drinking by himself.

"Haha, come on, let's touch you." Director Kang was a little embarrassed, and it felt normal without outsiders.

With outsiders present, he is a little embarrassed.

"Come on." Leng Qianxun smiled at him, not minding.

She had no desire for him and did not need to look at his face.

There were too many people on the scene, otherwise she would have been gone without a single palm.

Looking at the location at the door, the great god remembered the way to teach him how to order food and was drinking with relish.

This guy actually ordered a red wine for himself, and he missed the matter after drinking. If he missed her, he would not peel him.

I didn't dare to drink too much, so I took a sip. Even if I was hungry for such a lunch, I had no appetite for such a man.

When Kang saw that she lacked interest, she was very different from what she had eaten yesterday, and thought the dishes she ordered were not in line with her taste.
Chapter completed!