"I'm Xiuxiang's good friend who grew up with her at the orphanage, Qiao Jing," Qiao Jing said with an aloof face that revealed no emotion whatsoever.
Jiang Ning sneered and her gaze toward Qiao Jing became even more disdainful and contemptuous. She had thought she was facing a delicate lady raised in a greenhouse, like a tender flower, only to find out she was an orphan raised in an orphanage!
Her tone became sharp and harsh.
"What are you pestering my sister for?"
Qiao Jing, expressionless, replied, "She said she's not going back with you."
Jiang Ning rolled her eyes at Qiao Jing.
"She just hasn't thought it through, and besides, what's it to you?"
She turned to speak to Lin Xiuxiang, but her eyes kept darting towards Qiao Jing.
The words that followed were meant not only for Lin Xiuxiang but also for Qiao Jing to hear.
