The four returned to their original luxury box. Zhu Wuneng and Zhu Yanfeng rose to greet them, and even Chen Cong had said goodbye to Long Zhenrang and was already there.
"Greetings, Second Master. Greetings, Grandpa Zhu." Upon seeing Chen Cong and Zhu Yanfeng, Luo Zhenjun hurried to greet them, and Shen Mengxin bowed alongside him.
"Zhenjun, we saw your performance just now. Very good, very good," Chen Cong said.
"Second Master, I was just fumbling around in practice," Luo Zhenjun replied, naturally keeping modest at a time like this.
"If fumbling around gave you that kind of skill, your grandfather would go mad," Zhu Yanfeng said leisurely, puffing on his cigarette.
(―) Luo Zhenjun had no idea how to answer and simply chuckled.
"Haha, Brother Zhenjun, long time no see!" Zhu Wuneng warmly reached out to shake Luo Zhenjun's hand, as though greeting an old friend he had not seen in years.
"Little Wuneng, how come you haven't gotten fat?" Luo Zhenjun teased, his tone warm and familiar.
"Pfft." Chen Xiaojun could not help laughing beside them.
"Brother Zhenjun, I'm a stylish hunk. How could the word 'fat' ever apply to me?" Zhu Wuneng replied with complete confidence.
"Heh, you were pretty cute when you were little." Luo Zhenjun rolled his eyes. Little Wuneng had grown much slicker with his tongue, nothing like his eldest brother or second sister.
He was the same age as Little Wuneng's second sister, Zhu Wuxin, so he knew this younger boy, several years his junior, very well.
"Huh?" Zhu Wuneng gave Luo Zhenjun a somewhat surprised look, apparently not expecting him to say that.
"Brother Zhenjun means you get less likable the older you grow," Chen Xiaojun added, twisting the knife.
"Brother Zhenjun, 'cute' doesn't suit me anymore. I've already risen above the