Qiao Qiao ignored Wen Lu's words and looked at Shao Jingmo. "Are you really not going back?"
Shao Jingmo changed his grip on the cue stick and didn't look at Qiao Qiao, who was standing at the side. He held Wen Lu's hand and walked to the other side. "You can go back first. You don't have to wait for me."
Qiao Qiao stood rooted to the ground in a daze. Her hands and feet were as cold as ice, and she let the wind mess up her hair.
She didn't know how she'd left the field.
She didn't know how she got home.
Just like that, the afternoon passed in a daze.
Shao Jingmo did not return even after dinner. Mother Qiao asked, "Is Jingmo having a business dinner today?"
Qiao Qiao shook her head.
Mother Qiao said, "Then why didn't he come back?"
Qiao Qiao said, "I don't know."
Mother Qiao did not speak anymore. She turned to look at Father Qiao and asked softly, "She looks like she's in a bad mood. They're probably bickering again."
