Bo Tingsu?
Li Qiao suddenly halted mid-step, glanced at Li San, and following his line of sight with raised eyebrows, indeed saw Bo Tingsu standing amidst the crowd, engaging in jovial conversation, a girl of pure appearance by his side.
"How is he in Imperial Capital?" Li San squinted, eyeing Bo Tingsu, his eyes brimming with suspicion.
Accustomed to seeing him in training clothes or camo, Li Qiao couldn't help but think Bo Tingsu looked somewhat out of place in a western suit.
Li Qiao remained silent, her clear-cut eyes unwaveringly fixed ahead.
She remembered the wedding gifts Bo Tingsu had given her, and without hesitation, she moved forward.
In fact, on the day the South Sea wedding concluded, she had called Bo Tingsu.
She only had the Myanmar number he used to contact her in Chong City, she called once and couldn't get through, so she let it be.
If they wanted to give, she had no reason to refuse, besides, her refusal might have been futile anyway.
