The next day.
Mrs. Zhuo really looked just like Zhuo Qianqian's sister, unbelievably young, and you couldn't tell she was already thirty-seven.
Mr. Zhuo was even more absurd, tall and strong with a dark complexion, and not a wrinkle on his face, looking at most twenty-five or twenty-six. No wonder Wang Fan called them big brother and sister right away.
After spending time together yesterday, Wang Fan wasn't as reserved.
Zhuo Qianqian's home was a two-story house with a lot of space, and Wang Fan was directly arranged to stay in the guest room.
And Wang Fan finally realized where Zhuo Qianqian got her genes for being talkative after drinking.
With his less than half a jin of alcohol tolerance, he was already invincible in this little family.
He never expected Mr. Zhuo, this Uyghur hunk, would also be a lightweight.
And his drinking manners weren't great. After one drink, he wanted to become sworn brothers with Wang Fan, but this quickly made their relationship familiar.
