[Same old, same old. I've already taught her a lesson a few times.]
[What's this woman's name?]
[Qiao Jierou.]
Jingyun snorted. This woman's name was actually quite good. This woman having this name was an insult to the language.
Jingyun immediately searched for the name on the search engine.
He roughly knew what kind of person Qiao Jierou was.
Looking at her clothes over the years, they were most likely done by Qiao Weiyang. He wondered what she was so smug about.
…
When the banquet ended, Qiao Jierou was too ashamed to stay any longer. She took her bag and hurried out.
When she walked into the courtyard, she almost bumped into a child. When she took a closer look, she realized that it was the child with Xiao Bao earlier.
"What's your name?" Qiao Jierou asked.
Jingyun looked at her indifferently.
Seeing that he looked a little similar to Xiao Bao, Qiao Jierou asked, "Are you Xiao Bao's relative?"
