Su Lu helplessly raised the fruit basket and gift bag in her hands, "Can't you have a little confidence in yourself? Could it not be that I came to visit you?"
Jiang Li looked at her skeptically, "Really?" He reached out to take the fruit basket and gift bag from Su Lu, peering into the gift bag while asking, "Not as a family member of Bo Jingshen?"
After a moment of silence, Su Lu resorted to the first line in the scoundrel's handbook, "If that's what you want to believe, I can't do anything about it."
Jiang Li had already started smiling, unwrapping a small cookie, "Did you make this? It's really tasty."
There was always a youthful air about Jiang Li that, over all these years, Su Lu felt had never dissipated.
"Feeling better?" Bo Jingshen asked.
Jiang Li shrugged his shoulders, "It's just the same, I feel like I've aged, recovery is getting slower."
Bo Jingshen gave him a look, "Are you under some illusion about your age? You're already over thirty."
