But the moment she saw Lu Xuan, Ji Qinglan knew she was overthinking.
Her dad didn't mean that at all.
One is twenty-five or six, and she is already thirty-five, a whole ten years apart. The possibility of Ji Yongfeng setting them up is less than one in a million.
Ji Qinglan is still self-aware about this point.
"Hello, how should I address you?" Lu Xuan politely greeted the other party.
"Ji Qinglan."
Ji Qinglan smiled slightly, "I'm a bit older than you. If Dr. Lu doesn't mind, you can call me Sister Qinglan."
"Get in the car, let's head over now."
"Okay."
Lu Xuan instinctively headed for the back seat, but Ji Qinglan walked directly to the front passenger seat and opened the door: "Sit in the front, the back is a bit messy."
Lu Xuan hesitated for a moment and then sat in the front passenger seat.
