Jing Qiao sat on the sofa, her cold gaze fixed on the group of people before her.
These people were like a pack of jackals and hyenas, greedily eyeing her, the malice in their stares went unsaid.
Originally, she had been fussing with the flowerpot at the courtyard's entrance, where she had planted some lettuce seeds. She watered them diligently, reasoning that since the flowerpot was idle anyway, it might not be long before she could eat the fruits of her labor.
Song Boyuan had gone out to get some food. She knew that he must have gone to buy something she liked to eat.
Jing Qiao wasn't dumb. She was well aware of Song Boyuan's kindness towards her.
That she couldn't yet accept Song Boyuan in her heart was one thing.
Knowing how good Song Boyuan was to her was another.
Then these people arrived, so swiftly as if someone were standing guard outside, ready to inform them the moment Song Boyuan left, so they rushed over without delay.
