Anna genuinely hadn't expected this woman named Qiao Qingyu to open fire on her so directly.
Her lips moved, but before she could speak, Qiao Qingyu had already closed the door again—after all, the temperatures inside and outside were different. Standing in the entryway, this time she looked at He Xiuyu, "Whatever you have to say to your friend, sit down and talk it over. I'll go check on Rongrong."
Then, with a meaningful glance at He Xiuyu and a smile, she opened the door and quickly headed towards the main entrance.
He Xiuyu hurriedly turned back, watching his wife's retreating figure through the window glass, feeling a kind of prickling on his back. What did Qingyu's look just now mean?
Was it a warning, sarcasm, or something else?
He seemed a bit unable to understand.
Yet, he also hadn't expected that Anna, who used to be docile and sensible, had turned out like this after a few years overseas?