"Grandpa, let me introduce you to one of my good friends, his name is Su Xuan!"
At this very moment, Ximen Chuixue still considered Su Xuan a good friend, and, of course, treated him as an idol. In his eyes, Su Xuan was truly an incredible person who could kick him flying with just one kick. Honestly, this was definitely a high-caliber skill.
"Su Xuan. Good name, Chuixue, you've grown up, and finally brought back someone who seems noteworthy!"
It is often said that appearance reflects the mind. Although not very familiar with Su Xuan, the first impression was one of someone exuding a successful aura.
The old man had a very positive impression of Su Xuan.
"Young man, come sit in the living room for a while!"
