Ji Xiaosong looked at the hypocritical man before her, a surge of disgust rising within her. Her face, however, remained cold and detached. She shook Zhou Jian Country's hand briefly before quickly pulling away.
She raised an eyebrow slightly, her tone neutral. "Uncle Zhou, long time no see. I didn't expect to run into you here."
Zhou Jian Country acted as if he didn't notice Ji Xiaosong's detachment, rambling on, "Yes, it's quite a coincidence. A lot has changed since the apocalypse began, but our relationship shouldn't. You and Ziheng had a history, after all. I can't meddle in the affairs of you young people anymore, but if you need any help, just say the word. Don't be a stranger."
