Mr. Li laughed at the remark, "Old Zhang, I've always said you have a sharp eye. Indeed, you are spot-on—this is Ye Han's future wife!"
Nan Qiao: "…"
Nan Qiao: "I'm not…"
"It's temporary, but won't it be permanent later?" Old Zhang smiled as he spoke.
Nan Qiao: "…"
"Grandpa Li, Grandpa Zhang, there are still matters to attend to at the company, I'll go handle them first, goodbye."
Nan Qiao grabbed her bag and ran off, meanwhile sending a message to a friend to meet at another place.
Mr. Li said to Uncle Fu, "Ah Fu, hurry and send the young lady her milk tea, Qiaoqiao loves drinking milk tea."
Uncle Fu: "Yes."
Uncle Fu took two cups of freshly made milk tea and had the bodyguard deliver them.
It wasn't that Uncle Fu couldn't deliver them, but the bodyguard was more cost-effective.
His old arms and legs couldn't outrun the young lady!
…
Nan Qiao, holding two cups of milk tea, arrived at another coffee shop.
After waiting for ten minutes, Huo Siyu arrived.