Feng Xianxian used the money given by Feng Qianhua to buy a set of gifts worth six figures to attend Zheng Zhilan’s party.
The car had just stopped at the entrance of the Zheng family’s manor when a young and handsome man came to welcome her.
“Xianxian, you’re here.”
Feng Xianxian elegantly lifted the hem of her dress and smiled elegantly. “Brother Zimo.”
This person was Zheng Zhilan’s brother, Zheng Zimo.
Zheng Zimo was 21 years old this year, two years older than Feng Xianxian.
Because Feng Xianxian had risked her life to save Zheng Zhilan half a year ago, and because Feng Xianxian was gentle and kind, she did not talk much and was very likable, Zheng Zimo had always had a good impression of Feng Xianxian.
Zheng zimo smiled and said, “Zhilan is currently receiving guests inside. If she knows about you, that girl will definitely be very happy.”
Feng Xianxian said, “I’m even happier to be able to attend Zhilan’s birthday party.”