It's not easy for anyone to live in this world. She's not a saint, but she's still willing to lend a hand with small favors.
Ning Xiuyuan glanced at his small deskmate. This girl seemed to carry quite a few secrets.
Qiao Qiqi felt Ning Xiuyuan's gaze and furrowed her brow. Actually, she was quite conflicted. She didn't really want to see Ning Xiuyuan dead.
But whether she could really help him escape that calamity, she wasn't sure.
Forget it, take it one step at a time. Ning Xiuyuan isn't going to die so soon.
Ning Xiuyuan, "?"
Why did he feel that his little deskmate always looked at him with a gaze full of—pity?
...
After school, Qiao Yue'er got into the car and told the driver to drive. The driver said, "Miss, the second miss hasn't gotten in yet."
Qiao Yue'er was holding a belly full of anger today, but when she thought of her awkward status at home now, she could only endure it.
Her hand clenched into a fist, the nails almost digging into the flesh.
