Tang Yu forced a laugh, "Heh, hehe... Xiao Jing, Xiao Qiao is just kidding! Don't take it seriously! Xiao Qiao, say something! Look, you've scared Xiao Jing..."
Gong Xiaoqiao: "I'm serious."
"Xiao Qiao..." Tang Yu looked left, then right, at a loss for words.
Gong Xiaoqiao looked at her, as if deeming her still not clear enough, and repeated, "When I say I'm cutting ties, I mean it."
The broom in Leng Jing's hand fell to the ground.
Gong Xiaoqiao turned around, but the corner of her cloak was grabbed by a hand.
That was the first time Gong Xiaoqiao saw Leng Jing cry.
No sound was made, just silently staring at her, tears ceaselessly sliding down from her eyes...
The old Leng Jing would always stand with hands on hips in exasperation as she watched her cry, "What are you crying for! There's nothing to cry about over such scum!"
In the end, Gong Xiaoqiao said nothing, pulled her clothes back, and then turned and left.
Xiao Jing, don't bother with me anymore...
