Qinghe gave him a glance. If she hadn't recognized him as the silly guy who had flooded her house, why would she have lifted a finger to save him? This fool had no idea he had just walked the line between life and death, yet he still had the energy to blabber on.
After his initial excitement, Zhan Xiaoche suddenly remembered something and asked blankly, "Wait, why are you here, and why did you cover my mouth? Oh, and who were those people coming out of Uncle Liu's house just now?"
Qinghe swept him a bland look, "If you like asking questions so much, go find the answers yourself. I have things to do, I'll be leaving first." She still needed to chase those people down to get the stone back. Such a fine item, she couldn't let it slip by, especially since it was no longer theirs, having been sold off—it was time to take it back. As for her being the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind, she felt no pressure playing the role of the oriole.
