Madam Zhao looked at Qiao Yuanming, "Really?"
"Really," Qiao Yuanming said.
Madam Zhao naturally believed him, because ever since he was a child, Qiao Yuanming had never dared to lie to her.
Madam Zhao snorted coldly and turned to leave, clearly upset that she didn't get any benefit and was feeling angry—she didn't bother about Qiao Yuanming anymore. The warm words she had for her son just moments ago seemed as if they were never spoken by her, as her mood changed faster than flipping a book.
Mrs. Ji cursed under her breath, "How dull!" and immediately rushed out. She remembered Qiao Yuanming mention that peanuts and sunflower seeds were served outside—she should make sure they weren't all gone by now.
Qiao Yuanming watched Madam Zhao's retreating figure, his heart brimming with bitterness. When he turned around, he saw Madam Liu not far away.
Madam Liu had been hiding and watching since the old lady began questioning Qiao Yuanming about where the good items were hidden.
