Su Qiao had good hearing. She turned to glance at Yingzi, who was murmuring to herself in a daze, and more or less understood what was going through the girl's mind.
Her former self had already explained the reasoning to her, and Nanny Wu had given her plenty of obvious and subtle hints, but she insisted on rushing headfirst into the fire pit. No one could stop her.
As for this ungrateful wretch, Su Qiao had always let her fend for herself and bring about her own destruction.
Kindness that earned no gratitude wasn't worth bothering with.
444 had heard it too, but it was even less inclined to care. Its eyes held only its host. As long as its host was fine, everyone else could go to hell.
Host, the man surnamed Wang has been taken to the Police Station. Are we still going to act tonight?
Su Qiao thought it over and decided to postpone the plan.
"Let's wait for now."
"I'll cultivate for a few days first. We also need to find a way to make a set of Night Clothes, and we'll have to find an opportunity to prepare the medicine."
After dinner, it was still early—only half past four. Nanny Wu carried a bundle of light, thin fabric over to Su Qiao, placed it on the table, and guided her hand over to touch it.
"Miss, what do you think of this fabric for making a gauze dress?"
"Fine." Su Qiao didn't actually need to touch it. She had personally looked over and chosen all these fabrics at the cloth shop.
She pushed the design she had just finished drawing toward Nanny Wu. "This is the clothing design. Just make it according to this."
Nanny Wu stared at the design in her hands, utterly shocked.