Ding Jiayi used to keep these sheets in Qiao Nan's small room during summer. Qiao Zijin simply couldn't accept the fact that her room had become the storeroom. The stacked sheets made her feel hot just by looking at them.
Qiao Zijin scoffed as she realized that her mother was treating her like how she treated Qiao Nan in the past. What happened to Qiao Zijin being the favorite child? Bullsh*t!
"Eh?" Ding Jiayi got back from shopping, only to find that the lock had changed. Although she could still fit the key, it wouldn't open.
Before Ding Jiayi figured out what was going on, the door was opened from within. Qiao Zijin was all smiles. "Mom, it must be tiresome buying groceries by yourself. I've poured you a cup of tea, so come in and have some rest."
