Gu Qiaoqiao's eyes somewhat dodged, and she also shyly lowered her head.
Almost the entire little face was tucked into the large scarf.
That look once again reminded Qin Yize of that little squirrel.
He thought, Gu Qiaoqiao must have understood at this point.
Well, as long as she understood, that was good.
As for explaining, actually, he was not good at it at all.
The tall man had already walked briskly up to the two of them, first stretching his mouth into a smile.
Then they exchanged punches with their fists.
The punches looked very forceful.
Yet neither of the two men moved an inch.
Afterward, with a flash of nostalgia in their eyes, they reached out and gently hugged each other.
That brotherly camaraderie was more than obvious.
The man was a typical northerner, with sharp facial contours and bright eyes, appearing to be around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old.
