In other words, is he already old? Nan Mufeng's face fell displeasingly.
Huo Chen placed some gai lan in Nan Mufeng's shopping cart: "Do you also like gai lan?"
"She likes it." Nan Mufeng pursed his lips.
"This habit is just like our senior. I remember she loved gai lan." Huo Chen said, selecting a bunch of gai lan for himself as well.
His words suddenly hit Nan Mufeng like a splash of cold water: apart from being allergic to seafood, this Jian Xi's eating preferences were nearly identical to his wife's.
"Director Nan, I'm passing through Jiangcheng this time, so I decided to drop by and see you. You need to arrange a time soon!"
"Alright."
Coming out of the supermarket, Nan Mufeng was lost in confusion again.
The images and voices of the two Jian Xis flashed before his eyes like carousel horses, eventually merging together and completely capturing his mind.
