Was this really the sweet-tempered, compassionate, and generous Miss Ouyang Qingqing who had often appeared at charity galas?
Why did she seem like a commoner shrew?
Xuxu left the mall and her frail body was instantly exposed to strong gusts of wind. She lowered her head and walked pensively towards the roadside. The wind had messed up her hair.
Zhou Shuang carried her numerous shopping bags from the day's shopping and she followed silently behind her.
When they reached the roadside, she finally opened her mouth, "Xuxu, let me send you home."
The two of them had been friends for five years, yet Xuxu's thoughts were still a mystery to her. She could never fathom what was on her mind.
Was she feeling happy or upset?
But Xuxu's personality was similar to hers. If she wanted to talk about it, she would have opened up even if she didn't ask.
If she didn't want to say anything, it just meant that she didn't want anyone to know.
