Nan Jiaojiao sat for a while and then headed back.
Passing by a room, she heard the sounds of an argument inside.
The door suddenly opened, and Nan Jiaojiao stood still, meeting the gaze of the person inside.
"Is it you?"
Shen Shixuan's eyes were red, perhaps because she saw an old acquaintance, and this person was someone she least wanted to meet; her face flushed red. She had rushed out in a fit of anger but now gripped the door handle, stuck in a dilemma, feeling awkward.
"Why are you here?" Shen Shixuan questioned first.
Nan Jiaojiao retorted back, "I didn't know the bride would be you."
Shen Shixuan was taken aback, turned her head with a guilty look, "It must have been Miss Lu who brought you here. I've heard you're doing quite well now."
Nan Jiaojiao found it amusing.
Where did she hear that?
She has no use anymore, yet the Shen Family still listens for news about her, which is peculiar.
