For a moment, Mother Zhen saw endless malice in Han Qiao's eyes.
There was also ruthlessness and a warning.
But when she looked carefully, Han Qiao had already turned around and was following Heng Yi like a little bird.
Heng Yi was carrying something, and Han Qiao was empty-handed. Looking at their backs, they looked so compatible. Their shadows overlapped, and they were inseparable.
Mother Zhen stomped her feet angrily and turned around to close the door.
Han Qiao didn't eat much for breakfast, so Heng Yi took her to eat wontons and dumplings.
The taste wasn't that great, but compared to the greasy leftovers of the Heng family, Han Qiao preferred to eat wontons.
Han Qiao and Heng Yi ate a bowl of wontons and a basket of dumplings together. She didn't eat much, and Heng Yi finished the rest.
Perhaps because they were married, they could be open and aboveboard. Heng Yi looked at Han Qiao with passionate and lingering eyes.