"..."
The atmosphere was quiet and eerie.
Zhou Fu stared wide-eyed at Zhan Qipei and Qiao Jing.
What was going on?
Why had his master suddenly thrown herself into Zhan Qipei's arms?
Zhan Qipei was also stunned for a long while, truly not expecting Qiao Jing to appear in such a place.
Qiao Jing oscillated between disgust and tolerance, taking a while to gradually regain her composure from the lapse.
She took a step back, maintaining a certain distance from Zhan Qipei.
Qiao Jing and Zhan Qipei faced each other, you looked at me, and I looked at you, neither wanting to start the conversation, both waiting for the other to speak first in order to gain the upper hand.
In the end, Zhan Qipei was the first to admit defeat.
"How come you are here?"
After asking this, Zhan Qipei looked toward Zhou Fu, who was standing aside, "Do you know him?"
"Friend," Qiao Jing simply replied.
"Friend? When my mom mentioned Mr. Zhou before, why didn't I hear you mention this?"