Han Ruochen had no idea that her father was going through some earth-shattering changes at the moment. She was currently looking at the man in front of her with a frown on her face. She looked at the familiar facial features of the man and could not help but scrunch her nose up slightly; she had a feeling that she had seen this man before, but Han Ruochen could not quite place her finger on it.
However, after confirming that the stranger was not a stranger, Han Ruochen walked over. "Who are you?"
"If you don't mind, then you can call me Uncle Zhou." Zhou Ziming was subtly sizing Han Ruochen. He had heard a lot about Han Ruochen and wanted to know what kind of person she was. "Are you free? There is something that I wanted to talk about."
Zhou Ziming had just returned from the military and had not gotten the chance to change out of his military attire. He was still wearing the cold, green and crisp military uniform.
