"Zhuo Ling's been so strange today. I just saw her and was about to say hello, but she immediately turned her head away. I think she even glared at me."
Shi Hua was completely bewildered. 'I don't think I've done anything to offend Zhuo Ling!' she thought.
Back in the Black Dog Tribe, Zhuo Ling had never given her a hard time like the other females, but they had never been close either.
Then, a little while ago, she'd suddenly started showing concern for her, and they had slowly grown more familiar.
'Still, I should say hello if I see her.'
But before she could say anything, she got a glare instead.
Shi Hua couldn't understand what on earth Zhuo Ling was thinking.
Since she couldn't figure it out, she decided not to dwell on it.
After listening to Shi Hua, Bai Wanwan lifted her gaze and looked over in that direction.
She knew perfectly well that Zhuo Ling hadn't been glaring at Shi Hua—she'd been glaring at her.
