The more Ernie talked, the angrier she became. The more she talked, the more she felt that Xia Xiaodie and her mother were just like the woman Qiao'er had mentioned earlier—both wicked women with hearts as venomous as snakes and scorpions, who were exceptionally good at deceiving people.
Su Qiao sighed helplessly. "Sigh, people naturally sympathize with the weak."
"The more vulnerable they appear, the more they can stir up people's sympathy. Then, people instinctively begin twisting the facts. The villagers haven't read much, so it's easy for them to become arrows in the hands of that mother and daughter."
Su Qiao patted her shoulder and comforted her. "We should keep our distance from that mother and daughter from now on!"
"As the saying goes, it's better to offend a gentleman than a scoundrel, because scoundrels will scheme against you behind your back."
Ernie nodded vigorously. "Mm. I'll make sure to avoid them from now on."
Ernie knew that she wasn't particularly clever, nor did she have as many schemes as they did.
"By the way, Qiao'er, how did you know all this?"
Su Qiao tapped her fingers toward the inside of the counter, signaling the shop assistant to bring out the three silver bracelets and three pairs of earrings they had chosen earlier.
Only then did she earnestly spout nonsense: "Observe people's expressions, actions, and eyes more carefully. In time, you'll understand."
"Oh." Ernie pondered solemnly.
"Shop assistant, these pairs..."
Su Qiao had just been about to ask the shop assistant to put the three pairs of earrings into boxes when a familiar male voice came from behind her.
"Hehe, is that all?"
Feng Han was still wearing the same wine-red robe with silver patterns he had worn that morning. With his hands clasped behind his back, he leisurely