When Lu Bancheng raised the tea cup to his mouth, he also raised his head and asked, "Who?"
Gu Yusheng hesitated and then said the words, "Qin Zhi'ai."
He frowned.
Qin Zhi'ai, Qin Zhi'ai, Qian Zhi'ai… Why is that name so familiar?
He had found it familiar when she'd introduced herself to him just that afternoon.
When he'd first seen her this evening, he realized he had seen her once last year. She was a good friend of Hao Zi's wife.
He thought her name might have sounded familiar because perhaps he had met her last year. When he said her name out loud, though, he seemed to remember her from a long time ago.
