Su Yunyao glared at her viciously and strode toward the door, disappearing around the corner in the blink of an eye.
Qiao Qingyu didn't care and curled her lips dismissively. Of course, she didn't care. She had the guts to bring He Xiuyu into her Space Laboratory—what else was there to worry about?
Qiao Qingyu was about to take the cup into the arbor to wash it when someone else walked in. It was Old Lady Zhao, who lived in the back courtyard. Qiao Qingyu frowned involuntarily; that old woman was truly thick-skinned.
In the spring, she shamelessly took quite a lot of vegetable seeds. Logically, being from the countryside, she should have had a green thumb. However, her vegetable garden turned out to be the worst, which is why she was always pilfering vegetables from one neighbor and pinching onions from another.
What was she up to now?
"Granny Zhao, it's almost noon. Aren't you cooking? What are you doing here?"
Qiao Qingyu's question was not at all polite.
