C241 Tengchong

Hu Xueying shook his head instead.

The memory of a cultivator was actually very good. Hu Xueying could immediately tell who the middle-aged man was, but Hu Xueying did not like to talk to strangers, so she deliberately shook his head.

The middle-aged man quickly took out his name card from his wallet.

"Miss, I remember that we've met before, this is my postcard, my name is Zhu Hsinghsing