Qiao Yun mumbled, "Consider it compensation, I guess."
Qiao Yun didn't clarify, and Li Hanzhou didn't really care either, his eyes lingering on Qiao Yun.
She was biting on a straw, her dense eyelashes drooping beneath her fluffy, slightly curly black hair, her fair face devoid of any emotion.
Qiao Yun's expression was quite flat; she seldom even furrowed her brows, always wearing a poker face.
Li Hanzhou had thought more than once that the little girl would look quite pretty if she smiled.
Of course, she looked good even when she wasn't smiling.
Seeing that Li Hanzhou hadn't spoken, Qiao Yun thought he was unhappy, and since she believed they were friends, she should be honest with each other, hence she added, "Anyway, my life was given to me by them."
She would go back to the Lu Family, partly because her grandfather had asked her to return.