So she couldn't help but want to ask a few more questions, but before Li Qingzhao could ask again, a Cheng Yaojin popped up out of nowhere.
"Zhao'Er... what are you doing here? I've been looking all over for you."
Just then, a tall, imposing man ran over from the crowd, his tone overly familiar.
When Li Qingzhao saw who it was, she felt a headache coming on. She subtly angled her phone's camera toward the flow of people and said, "Chen Bo, how many times have I told you? Don't call me Zhao'Er. We're not that close."
Chen Bo shrugged and retorted, "Zhao'Er, we're childhood sweethearts. If we're not close, then who is?"
As soon as the words left his mouth, he noticed the handsome young man standing opposite Li Qingzhao. A sense of alarm washed over him instantly. "Who are you?"
"A passerby."
The young man shook his head and began to leave again. Anxious, Li Qingzhao shot Chen Bo a glare and chased after him. "Hey, mister, you haven't finished answering my questions!"
