She quickly stepped aside, leaving that person lunging at nothing.
Under the dim light, Chiang Qingzhu, no, Chen Zhu's face appeared pitiful.
Now the weather is cold, and there are large temperature differences between morning and evening. At this time, outside, the cold wind is already howling. Chiang Qingzhu was wearing a pair of pointed high heels, a skirt, and a thin windbreaker, her face pale and lips bloodless from the cold.
She looked like a delicate, pitiful roadside flower.
However, in Chiang Xiao's eyes, Chiang Qingzhu was never pitiful.
"What are you doing here?"
Chiang Xiao's cold tone made Chiang Qingzhu shrink back again. She looked at Chiang Xiao, feeling very sad and very confused, seemingly not understanding why Chiang Xiao was so indifferent.
Wasn't she her biological mother?
