"That's your brother's business," Jie Jingchen said. He was only responsible for buying. Whether or not they could convince the human traffickers to sell was Qin Xiang's problem.
Qin Mei fell silent. Since Jie Jingchen had pushed the matter to Qin Xiang, and Qin Xiang wasn't even here, there was no way to continue the conversation. She lay down, officially ending the topic.
"How did your foot get hurt?" Jie Jingchen asked, his voice heavy.
"My shoes chafed," Qin Mei answered perfunctorily.
"Why were you still wearing them if they were chafing your feet?" Although his tone was questioning, his voice remained incredibly gentle.
Qin Mei closed her eyes, ignoring his question. Jie Jingchen wanted to interrogate her further, but seeing her eyes closed, he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.
