As Zhou Weimin was sizing up Luo Yanqing, Luo Yanqing's grandfather was sizing up Zhou Weimin.
Without much thought, he guessed who the person opposite him was.
"Li Bao..."
Zhou Weimin's gaze returned to Kang Li, his eyes carrying a trace of pleading.
"What does Comrade Zhou want to say to me? Also, I hope not to hear you refer to me as 'Li Bao' again," Kang Li's expression remained indifferent, her beautiful, fox-like eyes showing no sign of emotional fluctuation.
"Li Bao, do you have to be like this? We grew up together. If we can't be husband and wife, can't we at least be friends?" Zhou Weimin's eyes were full of hurt. "Not to mention I've always called you Li Bao, isn't it the same with everyone else in our village?
Kang Li: "What you're saying isn't wrong, but I no longer want to hear you call me Li Bao, it's not appropriate, don't you think, Comrade Zhou? Moreover, my lover is standing right here, I don't want him to misunderstand."