When Jhiang Cuifeng heard Qiao Licheng say that, she immediately clutched her chest in cooperation, feigning a state of being on her last breath, continually putting on a pitiful act.
She breathed heavily, "hu-huff—hu-huff—" like she was cranking an air blower.
Qiao Licheng immediately started patting her on the back, "Mom, don't get excited, take care of your health."
This scene made the eyes of the onlookers directed at Qiao Jing even stranger, and the volume of the whispering grew louder.
Lin Xiuxiang let out a gasp, rolled up her sleeves, ready to dispute with the two, but Qiao Jing stopped her.
"Xiangxiang, don't bother with them."
She wouldn't say another word to these kinds of people.
"But they're talking about you..."
Lin Xiuxiang's fighting spirit diminished a lot, and she hesitantly looked at Qiao Jing.
"It doesn't matter."
Qiao Jing took Lin Xiuxiang's hand, ready to leave, but was forced to halt by the shameless maneuvers of Qiao Licheng and Jhiang Cuifeng.