She still didn't go out. She simply sat on the floor, focused on taking things apart.
"Host, why are you taking all of this apart?" 444 was utterly baffled.
"Obviously, because it's useful."
Su Qiao casually tied her hair up with a rubber band and continued working without looking up.
After working for about an hour, she heard voices outside the door. Not long afterward, she heard the door close.
She guessed that the perverted man had gone to work.
"Xiao Qiao? Xiao Qiao, are you awake?"
"If you're awake, come out and eat! Mom made some century egg porridge."
There was a knock at the door. Su Qiao didn't answer and continued what she was doing.
The old woman probably thought she hadn't gotten up, so after knocking for a while, she stopped.
At around eight-thirty, Su Qiao stood up and dusted off her bottom. She walked over to the wardrobe and opened the door.
She picked out a simple bean-green silk blouse and a pair of white casual ankle pants, added underwear, and then went into the bathroom.
After taking a good hot shower, Su Qiao returned to the bedroom, sat down at the vanity, and began applying makeup.
"Didn't you say these injuries were useless? Why are you putting them on again?"
444 watched as Su Qiao slowly darkened the area around her eyes, even making the corners of her mouth look bruised, as if someone had beaten her.
Then she didn't spare her neck, arms, calves, or any other part of her body.
"Are you the Ten Thousand Whys? Why do you have so many questions?"
Su Qiao stood up and looked at her full reflection in the mirror. She nodded in satisfaction.
"I get it. You're worried they'll discover that your injuries have suddenly healed