Coming back to Xie Nuying's house after their stroll, Jun and Ai were about to head inside when one of the neighbors saw them going in.
"Oh, you are back?" Duan Ren raised her brow.
She was a woman in her mid-fifties with a lock of grey hair near her ear.
Ai politely greeted her. "Hello, Mrs. Duan."
She smiled. "You are back after so long. Oh I heard that you won some competition?"
Jun narrowed his eyes and was disgruntled with the tone she used. It felt as if she didn't regard the Summit as something important.
"Ai has become so famous now. I am surprised you remembered your parents," she chuckled, "You know kids these days are quick to forget their roots. Don't get too lost in Beijing's sparkle and glitter, or girls like you meet a sad fate in the end," she sighed.
Jun's fingers twitched with a thirst to kill her. At the same time, he felt the name Ren and her face oddly familiar.
