At this moment, Su Mingzhu was clutching her phone tightly, her eyes brimming with malice.
She had never imagined that Su Zhiruan could be living so well.
Su Mingzhu had planned to show the chat history on her phone to her parents to gain their sympathy and turn them against Su Zhiruan, but then she thought that if her parents, who couldn't go out now, saw how well Su Zhiruan was doing, they might shift their favor towards her. Realizing it might backfire, she silently put down her phone and suppressed her anger.
*
On Su Zhiruan's side,
the jerky in the oven was still turning. She had just brushed a layer of maltose water on it and needed to keep baking. Su Zhiruan and Wen Qingyu decided to curl up on the couch and wait.
"Just now... the person you were chatting with, was that your friend?" the young man asked cautiously, before quickly adding, "Sorry, this is your personal matter. I shouldn't have asked."
