Qiao Nian took the water and realized that it was still warm. She held the cup to warm her hands and lowered her head to take a small sip. A warm feeling flowed through her stomach, dispelling her frustration with Mr. Zhou.
Then, she slowly said in a hoarse voice, "I don't think it's that simple."
"Huh?" Ye Wangchuan closed the window at the side of the corridor to block the wind and looked at the girl with deep eyes, waiting for her to continue.
Qiao Nian rubbed her fingers against the paper cup and looked up to meet his eyes after a while. "The Zhou family followed us when we came back…"
She asked the key question, "Who told them?"
Ye Wangchuan's eyes flashed. He had already guessed it but did not want to say it directly. "Don't you know them?"
Nie Qingru.
Just thinking about this name frustrated Qiao Nian. It was as if a haystack was piled up in her chest. It could be ignited at any time and explode into pieces.
