Why Couldn't It Have Been Me?（7）

Madam Chen had prepared breakfast a long time ago. After seeing Qiao Anhao come down, she immediately stopped cleaning the china and asked with a smile, "Madame, would you like some breakfast?"

Qiao Anhao shook her head and walked towards the entrance. As she changed her shoes, she realized something. Lifting her head, she rushed to ask Madam Chen, "What time did Mr. Lu leave in the morning?"

"It wasn't even 6 am. Not long after I had woken up."

Qiao Anhao nodded and asked again, "Did he look a bit off?"

Madam Chen thought back and said, "Nothing off in particular... However, Mr. Lu's complexion wasn't great. His lips were a little pale."

Qiao Anhao slightly crossed her hands, pursed her lips, but didn't say another word.

After a while, Madam Chen asked, "Madame, did something happen?"

Qiao Anhao shook her head and pushed the door open to leave, smiling at Madam Chen.