Chen Shu had been observing Han Zhan's reaction.
After seeing the lady, Han Zhan's gaze was clear but unchanged. Chen Shu then knew that Han Zhan wasn't interested in this lady.
However, thinking that Han Zhan was already over thirty-years-old and still did not have a girlfriend, Chen Shu was anxious for him.
As an elder, he somehow felt that for a young and capable man, it was still better for him to find an intimate partner to spend life with—someone to remind him to put on more clothing when it was cold and to bring him hot food when he was hungry.
If Chen Shu remained silent, it was going to be awkward.
"Zhanzhan, do you still remember her?" Chen Shu asked.
That lady put down the ladle in her hand, looked up at Han Zhan, and tenderly said, "Brother Zhan."
Han Zhan stared at that lady's face, thought for a moment, and found the young girl's face in the depths of his memory. Although unsure, he asked, "It's Miaomiao?"
