Zhao Qin walked over in her little leather shoes, her every step graceful and full of charm.
Pan Jingjing stared at her cautiously... at her face, which was adorned with exquisite makeup, her wavy curls draped over her shoulders, and her fiery red lips resembling the most dazzling rose on a branch.
Zhao Qin ignored Pan Jingjing and walked up to Ming Chen and Ming Ti, grinning, "Who's your sister meeting with?"
Ming Ti pursed her lips and stared at her warily.
Ming Chen clamped her mouth shut. Though young, she was far from foolish, knowing better than to reveal Qu Feitai's identity.
"Little girl, don't worry, your sister will find out soon enough."
Ming Chen really wanted to send Brother Qu a message, telling him to hurry and leave before the evil woman spotted him.
But she'd left in a hurry and had forgotten her backpack.
"Do you know them?" Pan Jingjing asked suspiciously.
Zhao Qin glanced at the woman across from her with a half-smile, "You're talking to me?"