And next to this celestial-like person stood Jiang Lai, a woman reeking of mundane city life.
Zhao Zhaozhao couldn't understand.
It's not that she didn't want Jiang Lai to have a good life, she just felt that this playboy could never provide her with a good future.
Since that's the case, she couldn't just stand by and watch Jiang Lai sink deeper and deeper.
"Jiang Lai, long time no see.
This gentleman... is he the one we saw by the Jiang River that day?
Hello, I'm Zhao Zhaozhao, a good friend of Jiang Lai."
Lu Zhixing looked at her outstretched hand and then slightly smiled.
"Sorry, it's inconvenient for me to shake hands right now."
He was holding a cup in one hand and Jiang Lai's arm in the other, with no free hand to shake Zhao Zhaozhao's.
Yet these words felt like a slap, fiercely landing on Zhao Zhaozhao's face.
Her face burned with embarrassment, feeling utterly exposed as if she was standing there naked, not knowing what to do.
"Li Han..."
