92nd Section, Pengcheng Old Street

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However, Wang Yu's worries seemed a bit unnecessary.

Qiao Sijia walked up to Wang Yu, her attitude friendly, and without saying much, she just nodded and smiled at Wang Yu and Lin Xi, bidding them goodbye before leaving.

Nothing happened, which was exactly the outcome Wang Yu had hoped for. But such a result left Wang Yu somewhat baffled.

Logically, even if Qiao Sijia didn't get into another argument with Lin Xi, she shouldn't have been so friendly toward her. Wang Yu couldn't help but wonder, was this woman kicked in the head by a donkey, or did she get her head caught in a door on her way off work?

As Qiao Sijia walked farther away, Lin Xi rolled her eyes at her swaying backside, then snorted coldly through her nostrils.

Although Qiao Sijia was quite friendly at the moment, Lin Xi, a girl who didn't easily let things slide, still held onto the words Qiao Sijia had said in the canteen that morning.