What is This?

Qiao Yanjue was right next to Uncle Chen.

At the sight of Qiao Yanjue, Xia Xibei couldn't help but freeze.

Her past memories flooded back, almost making her jump.

Luckily, she managed to control herself and take care of her emotions.

Qiao Yanjue walked over, his eyes sweeping over Xia Xibei's flushed face with a natural expression.

"Finished playing ball?"

"Just finished."

Xia Xibei did not ask him how he knew that she had played, seeing as Uncle Chen was next to him.

When she was driven over this morning, Uncle Chen insisted on getting her phone number so that she could be picked up in the evening.

Seeing that Uncle Chen was desperate, she could only nod and accept his offer of transportation.

In order to keep him from waiting, she told him about the game in advance.

Since Uncle Chen was Qiao Yanjue's driver, of course he would tell Qiao too.