Jiang Li raised her head and was startled by Zhao Lang's smiling eyes.
Seeing the phone that he hadn't put away, she instantly understood everything.
"You're that Mr. Zhao?"
"Who else?"
Zhao Lang pocketed his phone and walked over.
Jiang Mingyu just so happened to see him from the car and hurriedly got out and ran over.
"It's, it's you!"
Zhao Lang smiled faintly, "Long time no see, my savior."
He sized up Jiang Mingyu, "You look much healthier than when you were in country F."
Jiang Mingyu scratched his head awkwardly and then paused, "You two... know each other?"
Zhao Lang nodded, "I've known Ah Li for quite a while."
Jiang Mingyu was delighted and looked at Jiang Li with a hint of pride, "See, great-niece, didn't I say he was reliable?"
Jiang Li gave him a glance, "You just got lucky this time."
Then she turned to Zhao Lang, "But what are you doing here?"
It couldn't be a coincidence every time, right?
Zhao Lang wiped his nose guiltily.
