Jiang Li asked, "Really don't recognize?"
Bo Jingshen replied indifferently, "No impression, maybe a former classmate."
Jiang Li sighed, "Oh, then my poor relative here is really out of luck, meeting someone as unsentimental as you. I've never heard you talk about your university days. Tell me, what do you remember from that time?"
Bo Jingshen listened but remained silent. His gaze, light as a feather, brushed past Su Lu, feeling like it had touched her heart.
Su Lu's lips tightened, her fingers clenched a bit more.
Fortunately, Jiang Li didn't notice these details in his carefree manner.
The little episode with Jiang Minhui quickly subsided.
Bo Jingshen lowered his eyes, fiddling with his phone openly, making no effort to hide it. Su Lu, sitting beside him, could clearly see the contents on the screen with just a casual glance.
It seemed a long time since he last opened that software, or the penguin group, showing the time and place of a class reunion.
