Bab 187: Old Madam Yan Is Here, Image of a Shrew

Yuncheng…

At the start of the new year, the fireworks and firecrackers in Yuncheng echoed throughout most of the night. Qiao Aiyun had cleaned up the house last night.

It was nothing more than Song Jingren's clothes and some daily necessities. She threw away those that should be thrown away and packed some of them into woven bags. She had initially planned to send them to him, but Song Jingren insisted on getting them himself.

Qiao Wangbei had said that she could just throw them straight into the trash. Packing them for him? She was too free.

Qiao Aiyun only smiled. Once you stopped loving someone, you would truly feel that this person was not indispensable. She tidied his clothes as though she was packing up her past at the same time.

She placed the woven bags at the entrance and looked at her watch. She had arranged to meet Song Jingren at 10 o'clock. It was still early.