章 687: Meet at 273, out of the mountain _2

Gao Shu hurriedly set down her teacup, dusted off her sleeves, and stood up to look toward the door.

The door was pushed open by a pair of hands with distinct knuckles, and a houndstooth scarf was neatly draped over the arm—this was Jiang Fulai.

Gao Shu's gaze fell behind him, where a girl in a red-embroidered vest stood, wearing an apricot-colored dress underneath, her eyes cast down.

Last week when she saw Bai Lian, she had been dressed in plain clothes, graceful and restrained.

Today's red coat was bright and captivating.

It made Gao Shu pause slightly once again.

"Auntie," Jiang Fulai said, as he closed the door of the private room, greeting Gao Shu politely.

Even this address of "Auntie" carried an extreme blandness.

Bai Lian also greeted Gao Shu with ease and without constraint.