"Why don't you go and ask her yourself?" Qiao Meixia replied indifferently, stepping smoothly around the group without losing her steady rhythm.
She did not care in the slightest what conclusions Chen Xiaoqing was drawing in her mind, leaving the group behind without turning back once.
Chen Xiaoqing turned her head around, watching Qiao Meixia's aloof, striking figure disappear down the corridor. It was becoming glaringly obvious that there was a far darker, more complicated, and scandalous secret buried inside the prestigious Jiang Family than anyone in their social circle had originally thought.
With her gossip instincts burning hot, Chen Xiaoqing strutted directly toward Class 1. The exact moment she pushed open the classroom door, her eyes locked onto Jiang Yanna, who was holding court at her desk.
"Yo, Young Miss Jiang." Chen Xiaoqing called out loudly, her voice dripping with deliberate mock reverence.
