The store clerks were sharp-eyed, noting Qi Qinghan's elegant demeanor and luxury brands, quickened their steps to approach.
"Miss, is there anything I can help you with?"
"I'm here to find someone."
"Find someone?"
"Yes, I'll just look around myself."
"Alright."
A few words exchanged were enough for George to recognize Qi Qinghan's voice.
It wasn't that he longed for her day and night, but they really were too familiar with each other, growing up together, going to school, returning home all together — how could they not be familiar?
George started and suddenly lifted his head to see Qi Qinghan's profile.
He raised his eyebrow, "Little Xiahua?"
Qi Qinghan also froze, slowly turning to face George.
George hadn't expected her to return to the country, nor did he expect her to come over when Qiao Yi was expected.
