Three days passed, and ning Qing did not see Nian lie.
The two of them were clearly living under the same roof, but they rarely met.
Ning Qing was bored out of her mind.
She had tried to contact her parents, but she had given up when she realized that there was no internet connection in the entire house, except for the one in Nian lie's study.
The scar on her stomach faded and turned into a faint pink color, almost invisible.
Ning Qing was sitting on a recliner by the door. The aunty was dressed and was about to go out with a basket. When she saw her, she took the initiative to greet her.
"Madam."
Ning Qing grunted in response.
"You want to go out?"
Aunt Lin nodded with a smile. Sir said that the dishes should be different every day so that you won't get tired of them. I'll go buy some fresh vegetables now.
Her unintentional disclosure caused the woman on the recliner to open her eyes.
"Is there a market here?"
