At this moment, it was unknown if Chen Jing was confused by fear or if she was really confused. She only kept playing with the pillow in her arms and singing a nursery rhyme. "Baby, sleep. Baby, sleep."
Qiao An yawned, looking sleepy. "She's been singing all night," she said lazily. "Take her away. I'm too sleepy and want to sleep again."
Seeing that Chen Jing was indeed muddle-headed, the village head no longer suspected Qiao An and gestured for Chen Jing's parents-in-law to take her away.
Xing Xiaoya glared at Qiao An with hatred. She didn't expect her to escape.
After everyone left, Qiao An collapsed in her chair. Instinct told her that it was very unsafe for her to stay here.
At noon, Xing Chen returned.
Seeing Qiao An sitting on the recliner in deep thought, Xing Chen even said a few words of concern to her, "An'an, are you hungry?"
"Brother Xing Chen, I think we should leave here."
