He Rui heard the name Luo Qiao and then remembered that yesterday Zhang Jing said he had borrowed money from this person, but he didn't tell her anything specific about who this person was.
But now she was thinking that she didn't know Luo Qiao, so why would this person come to see her? She couldn't be in love with Zhang Jing too, could she? This must be her way of showing off to her.
Her expression became complicated and she said lightly, "Please, have a seat."
Luo Qiao put the thermos she was carrying on the table: "This is chicken soup stewed by my family, especially to help nourish your body."
He Rui's face showed a hint of conflict as she asked, "Luo Qiao, how old are you?"
Luo Qiao found the question from the girl in front of her amusing, sensing something odd in her gaze: "I'm twenty-four this year, what about it?"
