The landlady then shut the door. "I have never seen such an unreasonable person. There are really all kinds of fish in the sea!"
Ding Jiayi was splashed with dirty water. She was soaked to the bones and she felt sorry for herself. She sobbed her guts out and seemed more aggrieved than Xiang Lin Sao, the typical tragic character in Chinese fiction.
Ding Jiayi sniffed and wiped the water off her face with her sleeves.
Old Qiao was really ruthless. Recently, she had been minding her own business. No matter how much she disliked that wretched girl, she still prepared her meals for her. She did not even raise her voice at her.
She had changed for the better, yet Old Qiao never changed his attitude toward her. Now that Old Qiao had moved, he did not even bother to tell her. Was his heart made of stone?
Could he not see the efforts she had put in the past few months?
Even if his heart was made of stone, he should have been moved by her actions.
