Yang Ming smiled and said, "Yes, the name is still good. You are right."

At this time, an Audi car came by and Li Xinxin said, "Yang Ming, this is Li Xia."

"Yes, it's still your family. Since it's a family, it's all right. You can have a good talk with him."

"What's the use of a surname? I have a surname with Li Shimin, and it has nothing to do with his dime."

At this point, the car stopped and a bald man came out of it. He was about fifty years old. He really didn't want to be complimented. He was ugly, so to speak.

He is not...