But just—
Thinking of the few people she had seen earlier, Zhong Chang's eyes flashed a hint of amusement, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.
She grabbed Qian Dilai and walked off.
"...Let's go," Zhong Chang said.
Qian Dilai, seeing the smile on her face, asked, "Zhong Chang, what are you laughing at?"
Zhong Chang repressed her smile, "It's nothing."
When she glanced at Qian Dilai's skinny and shabby face, a hint of disdain flickered in her eyes.
Heh, with Qian Dilai looking like that, who would fancy her?
Even the riffraffs of Jianming Brigade would look down on her.
Qian Dilai wasn't smart, but as someone who had been neglected since childhood, she was sensitive.
Feeling Zhong Chang's contempt, she lowered her head, bit her lip, and her eyes welled up with threads of darkness.
Each absorbed in their thoughts, the two made their way toward Jianming Brigade.
Halfway through, the sky turned dark in an instant.
A sudden gust of wind blew fiercely.
