"What? What did you say?"
Xu Qiaoqiao stared at her incredulously, feeling a momentary blank in her mind as though her thoughts had disconnected.
She fixed her gaze on the woman and asked, "You, are you not his wife?"
"How could I possibly be his wife!"
As she spoke, she suddenly turned her head, "Hey, Qi Liu, you've come at just the right time, come and see your little lover!"
At these words, even the usually astute Xu Qiaoqiao was thrown into disarray by her emotional turmoil and fell for the ploy, glancing back for a moment. Seizing the opportunity, the woman pushed her aside and ran off.
Xu Qiaoqiao turned back, only to find an empty space behind her, save for a woman taking out the trash.
Xu Qiaoqiao turned again, wanting to chase the woman, but she had already run far away.
Xu Qiaoqiao bit her lip, her complexion suddenly looking all wrong.
