As Li Qiao came out of the dormitory building, she ran into Xue Sufen, who took the initiative to greet her, "Li Qiao, are you heading to class?"
Li Qiao, seeing that Xue Sufen had recently been behaving herself and was tight-lipped, was willing to make small talk, "Yeah, are you looking for Professor Xue?"
"I'm looking for my aunt. Grandma said she wasn't feeling well. There's no one in the clinic, so I came to see if she's in my uncle's dorm."
Li Qiao made an acknowledging sound, thinking it was unlikely; since Nan Chuyi had gotten her medical practice license, she often went out to volunteer, and today was probably no exception.
She was about to leave when Xue Sufen said, "I thought I heard your son crying when I was coming here."
"What? You can hear my son crying from your place that far away?"
"I might have heard wrong, maybe."
Li Qiao felt uneasy and didn't want to go to class anymore; she skipped class and biked home at top speed.
