087 Intent

"Is this your boyfriend?" Zhao Wenling stared scrutinizingly at Bai Zhongqi, making the Imperial Chancellor, who had even breezed through United Nations conferences, feel somewhat uneasy.

Bai Zhongqi walked into Han Jiaxue's shop with a smile, greeted her, and still carried a bit of shyness with him.

Han Jiaxue also felt somewhat the same, although they had known each other for a long time and had established a relationship as boyfriend and girlfriend, their actual time together wasn't that long. So at that moment, Zhao Wenling found the two of them particularly strange. Seeing their blushing faces and the absence of hugs or kisses when they met, Zhao Wenling thought if they were really a couple, they were like something out of the 1980s, the way her parents' generation dated—not at all like the young people today with their casual hotel hook-ups, always ready with a condom, freely indulging in pleasures.