After the man's figure had vanished and his footsteps were no longer audible, Lin Xiaohua affectionately grabbed Zhao Qiliang's arm, "Qiliang, your second aunt knew you wouldn't abandon her like that heartless wretch Chuxia..."
"Tap... tap..." Clear footsteps echoed, Lin Xiaohua quickly stopped talking and stared anxiously at the corner entrance, visibly tensed.
"Is there somewhere quieter to talk?" asked Zhao Qiliang.
"Yes, yes, yes..." Lin Xiaohua nodded repeatedly, turned around, and headed behind the toilet. What met her eyes was an unkempt thicket, "No one comes around here usually." She said with an awkward smile.
She had brought him here clearly to avoid the man who had just left, which further suggested that the earlier incident had been her fault. Zhao Qiliang went straight to the point, "Second aunt, what exactly happened just now?"
"Qiliang, don't you trust your second aunt?"
