Du Peilan got off the carriage and walked toward Ji Mingzhu, a light smile hanging on her face.
"Miss Ji, what a coincidence, you're out shopping too?"
Ji Mingzhu nodded, "Madam Zheng, I didn't expect to meet you here."
The words 'Madam Zheng,' Du Peilan had heard for many years and had long been accustomed to them.
But now, coming from Ji Mingzhu's mouth, it felt uncomfortable everywhere.
Was this person doing it on purpose, subtly mocking her for having married?
Confronting the rival in love, Du Peilan's thoughts became sensitive, and her smile turned forced.
Sensing this, Ji Mingzhu felt pleased inside.
If this person had no hidden motives, why would her expression change over a mere address?
The other side was ill-intentioned, and she didn't need to worry much.
Reciprocation, that's all.
Otherwise, these people would truly think of her as a pushover!
The brief interaction made Du Peilan realize that Ji Mingzhu was not as foolish as she had imagined.
