Su Qiao took the water jug, tilted her head back, and drank two large mouthfuls before shooting him a sideways glance. "That's my uncle's second son."
That familiar tone.
Wasn't he just jealous?
But he should at least see who it was first, right?
"Someone from the Su family?"
Gao Jinghui was a little embarrassed. "Ahem, he looks all right. Just a little thin."
"..." Su Qiao was speechless.
Hadn't he said that he didn't look like a good person?
He'd changed his tune so quickly. Was that really okay?
Gao Jinghui grew even more uncomfortable under her stare. He shook the water jug in his hand. "What are you looking at? What's so interesting? Keep staring and I'll—"
"You can't beat me."
Su Qiao calmly tightened the straps of her Back Basket.
"Generally speaking, only people who are strong on the outside but weak within make empty threats like you."
Strong on the outside but weak within...
Making empty threats...
What the hell did he mean, strong on the outside but weak within, and making empty threats?
Gao Jinghui's face darkened as if it could drip ink. He ground his teeth, then angrily turned and left.
"Hmph, consider yourself lucky. I never hit women."
Every time he wanted to treat her a little better, this girl managed to anger him into illness.
Watching his back, Su Qiao let out a deep sigh.
Sigh, he clearly couldn't beat her, yet he insisted on putting on such an arrogant act.
Forget it. He was her man, so she had to indulge him a little. Otherwise, he might flare up again.
That evening, Su Qiao did not go to sleep as early as she usually did.
Around midnight, she quietly climbed out through the back courtyard and slipped soundlessly over to the