Both of them froze as their eyes met.
Ding Xiang did not expect that someone would be here at night. Qiao Xuan realised that Ding Xiang was not looking scared.
This girl was indeed strong-minded.
Ding Xiang glanced at the basket in Qiao Xuan's hands. She seemed to have smelled something. She swallowed her saliva, and her eyes started sparkling.
"Have you got any food?" Ding Xiang licked her lips and asked in a hoarse voice.
She was really famished.
She was never fed at her home, and no one gave her food after she was locked in the ancestral hall.
When she heard the sound of footsteps, she thought that it was her mother. But it was not.
She felt a bit disappointed, but not that disappointed.
Ms. Zhou was too weak to fight against her grandma, who would definitely stop Ms. Zhou from giving her any food. Ms. Zhou could do nothing but cry.
