"Brother Chen, are you alright?" Qiao Xiaoxiao anxiously hastened over with a light jog.
Chen Yajun clutched his forehead, which bore traces of blood, and shook his head, "It's nothing serious..."
"Did you just come from the Su Family's place?"
Chen Yajun asked quickly, "Where's Su Li? Why haven't I seen her leaving the house at all?"
He had already been loitering around the Su Family's vicinity for several days.
The irritation that Qiao Xiaoxiao had been feeling hadn't fully dissipated, but with Chen Yajun's words, it churned in her heart like a tempestuous sea.
Ask ask ask, the moment she's caught, it's these kinds of questions.
If Su Li didn't want to go out, how would she know why?
Maybe she was just lazy, just wanting to lie at home and enjoy the fan.
Thinking about the fan, Qiao Xiaoxiao shockingly realized that she hadn't seen any sign of a fan in the Su Family's main hall just now.
