Shen Qingqing had lived in the courtyard for several years. The family members and on-duty personnel here all knew her.
Seeing her walking out with a cold expression, someone asked, "Isn't your Zhixun back for New Year's? Why haven't we seen him?"
The speaker was Li Hongyan, a woman in her early thirties who enjoyed prying into other people's private lives.
She was always gossiping endlessly about everyone.
Three years ago, when Jiang Zhixun went to the Northwest, Shen Qingqing became the subject of ridicule, and much of the "credit" for this could be attributed to Li Hongyan.
Not bothering with pleasantries, Shen Qingqing replied coldly, "If you're so concerned about him, why don't you go to the house and look for him."
Li Hongyan was caught off guard.
Unhappily, she countered, "Xiao Shen, have you swallowed gunpowder today? I'm a married woman; what would it mean for me to go looking for Zhixun?"
Zhixun...
The way she called him was rather familiar.
