He was constantly scratching his head, his gaze darting around, finally landing on her, pressing his lips tightly before squeezing out a sentence:
"You remember me, right?"
Nan Jiaojiao: "Han Qi."
Being called by name accurately, Han Qi suddenly felt a joy akin to celebrating the New Year, "Yes, yes, that's the name. I'm sorry, although you and I don't have any prospects anymore, I'm still in Rongcheng, it's just that Minglun isn't coming anymore, tonight I'm here to welcome this kid, it's my fault for praising the food here like it's a Manchu Han Imperial Feast, he was craving it desperately, that's why we're here. Don't take it to heart."
The more Han Qi spoke, the more he seemed to be talking incoherently, feeling guilty. He dared not mention occasionally he couldn't help but inquire about her situation, behaving both shamelessly and lacking. But he restrained himself from appearing in front of her again.
