Not far away, Jian Qing smiled gently, focusing attentively on the dish she was crafting with her hands.
"Aly, stop it and leave." Seeing trouble ahead, the bespectacled man pulled Aly aside and said softly.
"If you continue to stir things up, the one who will suffer is you. Don't forget what happened in the past."
Aly gave Jian Luo a resentful look and reluctantly left with the man.
The glass door closed, restoring quiet in the pottery room.
Suddenly, the sound of a phone ringing blared from the ground.
Jian Qing carefully placed the finished dish aside, cleaned her hands, checked her phone, and saw that it was from her household's dominant male figure.
"Xiaojing!"
"Sweetheart, where are you?" A low, raspy voice came through, creating a slightly confusing effect.
"At the Pottery Gallery. Are you coming over?" Jian Qing asked.
"Yes, we'll come now." At the end of the call, Quan Jingwu warned her anxiously, "Don't run around."
Jian Qing responded with an "okay" and hung up.
