Who cared whether Ding Jiayi knew about that or not. Anyway, the two hundred yuan was already in her pocket. Ding Jiayi should not even dream about taking that money back since she had already damaged the door, after all. That was a fact.
All of a sudden, Ding Jiayi felt as though her hip began to hurt even more badly because of what the landlady had just said. "That wretched girl doesn't stay here anymore? Are you lying to me? I'm not Old Qiao. I'm not so gullible. I don't believe you. Open the door right now. That wretched girl must be inside."
If Qiao Nan was really gone, where would she find Qiao Nan to get her money and kidney?
