Qin Jiao's smile soothed Meng Lanlan, allowing her to breathe a sigh of relief.
However, after she and Meng Lanlan parted ways, Qin Jiao got in her car, and the gentle smile on her face vanished.
Meng Lanlan hadn't been lying; she was a very simple, straightforward person.
'Then who on earth could have said something to little Xingxing?'
As Qin Jiao started the car, she muttered to herself, "I hope I'm just overthinking this."
Over the next few days, Qin Jiao kept an eye on something else: whether Xiao You would enter the space again. Thankfully, it didn't happen, but she didn't let her guard down.
'I have to figure out the pattern.'
'She's still so young, after all. What if she gets scared?'
A few more days passed. Qin Jiao's younger cousin, Qin Xiaolan, asked her to grab some tea, but in reality, she just wanted to talk about a personal matter.
"Can you come over to my place?"
