After Ji Xiu'e returned, she carefully mulled over Ji Huan's every word and action. The more she thought, the more alarmed she became.
That she could speak so flawlessly at such a young age was one thing, but the main point was that Ji Huan had let out a dry "heh" at her several times that day.
You could call it a laugh, but there was something strange about it, and it was inexplicably unsettling to hear.
She suspected that Ji Huan knew something.
Mrs. Zhu froze. "How could Ji Huan possibly know!"
She would gossip with anyone but Ji Huan. How could the two of them ever have a friendly chat?
Ji Xiu'e's heart settled. It was good that Ji Huan didn't know.
Before, she wouldn't have cared if these trivial details reached Ji Huan's ears, but facing the Ji Huan of today, her intuition told her it was better to be cautious.
After the two exchanged reassurances and felt a bit more at ease, they heard Aunt Kang calling them for dinner from the front courtyard.
