Even though she was not a gossipmonger but her curiosity still took over her when she heard her name and could not help eavesdropping. A frown had appeared on Song Jia's porcelain-like face as she hid behind the wall to hear what the people on the other side were talking about. She slightly tilted her head and craned her neck to peek, only to see Mrs. Zhao standing there with her daughter Zhao Li Ming.
Why was Mrs. Zhao talking about her to her daughter, she thought to herself.
"I did it because it was 'her'." Zhao Li Ming put an extra emphasis on 'her', making Song Jia frown even deeper. She couldn't quite make out any sense out of her words. She didn't even know Zhao Li Ming and was quite certain that they had never crossed paths in the past—so what was this hostility towards her for?
