"In relationships between men and women, mutual affection is essential," Qiao Qingyu spoke softly, yet Qiao Ye dared not take her words lightly and nodded slowly, "Auntie, I understand this principle."
"Since you understand this principle, Brother Qi has already rejected you. Why are you still telling me you want to marry him? Do you realize if I hadn't run into you just now, I don't know what your grandmother could have started gossiping about?"
Qiao Ye's face flushed red, and her toes nervously traced circles on the ground, a body language clearly expressing her discontent!
Qiao Qingyu had other matters to attend to. She started pushing her bicycle and then impatiently said to the lingering Qiao Ye, "If you're busy, go back to the clinic, and if you're not, take the first aid kit and some common medications and help out at the dam."