Lin Jiao was much calmer than before. "The one who ate with me in the cafeteria last time."
"Her?"
"Don't you remember?"
"I do." He was just a little surprised.
Pei Zhi sent Qu Shao a WeChat message and poured her a glass of warm water. "Sheng Heng won't allow this to happen. After getting the surveillance footage, Wu Xiuwen will deal with it according to the relevant rules."
"Yes." Lin Jiao guessed what would happen to Feng Yunjie.
She bent down and rubbed her heels. "Uncle, can I take off my shoes?"
Pei Zhi nodded. "Does it hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt. It's just a little chafed."
"Try putting on a band-aid."
"Maybe later." Lin Jiao sat cross-legged on the sofa and leaned back, letting out a long sigh.
She looked around and her gaze landed on a black wooden door. "What's in there?"
"It's lounge room."
"Is there a bed?"
