Song Qiao sized up the woman in front of her, and equally, Jian Xia began to observe Song Qiao as well.
After a moment, Song Qiao shifted to the side with a faint smile on her face, her tone turned somewhat indifferent as she said, "Are you here looking for Lu Jingchen? Come in. He's in the bathroom drying his hair."
Jian Xia hesitated for a moment, thanking her subconsciously before saying, "I'm here to discuss something with him. I hope I'm not interrupting you guys?"
Song Qiao feigned a smile, not letting any sign of strangeness show on her face; even though in her heart, she had already begun to think about other possibilities—possibly even involving this woman and Lu Jingchen. It wasn't her fault for overthinking; everyone knew Lu Jingchen didn't like strangers wandering into his personal space. Those who could enter or even live here had, to some extent, an extraordinary relationship with him.
