Zhao Tianlei saw a young female comrade approach him, but he didn't recognize her at first.
This winter, it was common to see people dressed particularly thickly. Some even wrapped themselves in scarves, wore masks and hats, revealing only their eyes from head to toe.
"Brother Zhao, I am Tan Yunrou."
Tan Yunrou?
He had a vague impression.
She was the one he had inadvertently saved.
"Comrade, is there something you need?"
He had said it was just something he did along the way, so why was this person still clinging to it?
"Brother Zhao, have you been in the Capital City all this time?"
Not only had he been in Capital City this year, but he would be there for several more years.
"Yes, comrade, is there something you need?"
Tan Yunrou saw that he was being polite again.
"Brother Zhao, do you have some free time? I would like to invite you to a meal."
Invite him to a meal?
