She placed the fruit platter directly in front of Su Qiao, then turned to Ding Shaofeng. "Don't you still have things to take care of? Why haven't you gone back yet?"
Ding Shaofeng felt the chill coming off him and hurriedly stood up. "Oh, right, right. I still have some things I haven't finished today. Then, Auntie, I'll head back first."
"Okay."
Su Qiao waved at him in a good mood. "Come over and play when you have time."
Ding Jihan pulled her hand down in one motion, dropped onto the seat beside her, and said with a resentful look, "You're being a little too nice to him."
The first time he had met her, she had been cold and heartless, even saying she would simply run him over. These past few days, he had shamelessly clung to her side, yet she still had not shown him much warmth.
Especially after returning from his hometown, she had quietly moved away as soon as she turned around. She was obviously avoiding him, and it had taken him several days to find her.
Compared with those two situations, the sourness in his heart simply would not stop.
Su Qiao shot him a sidelong glance, speared a piece of fruit, and stuffed it directly into his mouth, silencing his endless rambling.
She got up and walked to the window, looking outside.
Ding Jihan happily ate the fruit and followed her to the window, only to discover that she was actually staring at Ding Shaofeng's back with a look of "concentration." He instantly turned sour again.
He had groomed himself first thing that morning and even sprayed on perfume, yet she had not spared him a single extra glance. Instead, she had chatted with Ding Shaofeng and waved at him.
"What's so nice about