C158 Always Lost

"Hello." Qiao Qianchu smiled politely and gave her name. "Qiao Qianchu."

Mu Nanyan finished shelling the last prawn, wiped her hands, and stood up.

He suddenly remembered the first time he and Qiao Qianchu had met. He also felt that her way of greeting was very special. She was clearly a stranger, and she could get close to him with a single word. No "My name is …" or "Call me