"Mom, the matter has been clarified. You can pass the key back to Nan Nan." Zhai Hua looked at Miao Jing pleadingly. This was truly her dearest mother. Nothing could escape her eyes.
"Since this is the case… You're Qiao Nan, right? You can continue to keep the key. If there's a need, you can still come to our house to study." Miao Jing seemingly agreed to pass the key to Qiao Nan, but she gave Zhai Hua a look of warning, hinting that she would have a private talk with her later.
If Zhai Hua could not give her a satisfactory explanation, she would deal with her accordingly!
Qiao Nan, who was frozen to the bones as if she was in an ice house, only began to feel some warmth like an autumn tiger when she had the key in her hands again.
