As Lin Qiao scrutinized her, Qin Wuli also assessed her, thinking there was no exaggeration to her foxy and seductive appearance.
With a disdainful "hmph," she said, "What's so special about this type of woman? Can't carry, can't fight. Are you Song Tingfan's wife?"
Her tone was obviously unpleasant, and Lin Qiao felt somewhat speechless. What's with the "hmph"? After all, she was her lifesaver!
Not bothering to engage, Lin Qiao was about to walk in when a tall figure emerged from the tent, calling out mildly anxiously, "Qiao'er."
Lin Qiao nodded and handed her the food box, "The family stewed chicken, I brought some over for you."
Before Song Tingfan could speak, Qin Wuli, feeling ignored, was somewhat displeased, "Why are you so ill-mannered? I'm talking to you!"
No wonder she got poisoned!
Lin Qiao's almond-shaped eyes shifted slightly, her tone neither cold nor warm, "You're speaking to me? I thought some ill-mannered person was yelling."
She's not to be bullied.
