Ten minutes later.
Qiao Yun waited for Li Hanzhou to arrive.
The man was dressed in a grey shirt and casual pants, his gaze weary and languid but his demeanor exquisitely handsome.
Qiao Yun glanced over Li Hanzhou's complexion and slowly began to speak, her tone certain, "You're not happy."
Li Hanzhou paused briefly, then laughed softly, "Kid, you care that much about what I feel?"
"If you're worried about something, tell me, and I'll give you some advice," Qiao Yun looked forward to it.
Friends should listen to each other's troubles, it's just a pity that Li Hanzhou had never confided in her about his.
Before Li Hanzhou could speak, Shen Qi, who had come with him, said, "Brother Li is being pressured to marry, that's all."
Qiao Yun: "Ah?"
"The family wants to hold their grandson."
Li Hanzhou's tone was inexplicable, and when he said this, his gaze was fixed on Qiao Yun.
Qiao Yun's face showed confusion, but no sign of struggle.
