Zhu Yiming glanced back at Jiang and Huai, noticed the woman leaving with her head held high and no intention to pause, then shifted his gaze to Qiao Anlu.
Qiao Anlu straightened slightly and said, "Who is that old woman? Do you know her, Doctor Zhu?"
Women are always sensitive. Any woman appearing around the man she cares about won't be ignored, especially one with such charisma.
Zhu Yiming looked at her, "Little girl, she's younger than me. Does that make me an old man?"
"Don't call me little girl!" Qiao Anlu said slightly displeased, "Have you ever seen a little girl develop this well?"
Zhu Yiming's gaze unintentional swept across in front of her, indeed at a loss for words, and finally exhaled lightly.
Qiao Anlu hooked her arm through his and laughed happily, "Even if Doctor Zhu is an old man, he's the old man I, Qiao Anlu, like!"
Zhu Yiming nervously pushed her, "In public, you're a public figure, what are you doing?"
