Su Qiao raised an eyebrow at this.
Was he angry again?
Why was he so quick-tempered?
Wasn't he so aloof before that he wouldn't even pay attention when someone bullied him?
"Qiao."
Su Qiao had just stepped out of the bushes and was about to follow him when someone called out to her.
She turned around.
It turned out to be that dogshit pair, Roland and Xize, yet again.
Both of them wore cold expressions, looking as miserable as if she owed them several million.
The unhappier they were, the more delighted Su Qiao felt.
"What is it?"
"You..."
Looking at Qiao, who seemed to be growing prettier and more outstanding by the day, Xize hesitated. He wanted to say something, but did not know how to begin.
Su Qiao cast him a sidelong glance. "If you have something to say, say it. If not, don't block the way."
Hadn't that Little White Wolf already gone far away?
But the way he kept looking back every three steps, along with his leisurely pace—could he be waiting for her?
Su Qiao felt that she had more or less figured out that fellow's personality.
Roland looked at Su Qiao coldly. "Qiao, I hope you'll return my bag to me."
In fact, she knew perfectly well that Su Qiao would never return it, but she deliberately said it in front of everyone so that they would all know this woman was a thief.
Ever since this woman had defeated Xize and made a brilliant showing at the duel, everyone in the tribe now viewed her with new respect.
By contrast, Roland's position in the tribe had been steadily declining. Quite a few people had even begun to suspect and guard against her.
She desperately wanted to change their opinion of her, but her