Why would Qin Zhiyou come here so early? From afar, she saw Qin Zhiyou leaning casually against the tree where they usually meet. The mist was thick, and she couldn't make out his expression. But his nonchalant posture indicated a certain disdain.
She was not sure why, perhaps due to some emotional turbulence, she quickly hid behind the tree and squatted down as soon as Qin Zhiyou looked her way. Her steps were light, and the morning mist was thick; Qin Zhiyou didn't notice anyone was there.
He was conversing with Ms. Yang Mogui. Even though they tried to keep their voices low, one could still hear the slight anger in Yang's voice, "What did you say? I was doing this for your good."
"You call sending medicine 'for my good'. Tell me, what did you put in the medicine you gave us last night?" Qin Zhiyou's voice rose slightly, clearly hinting at anger.
