Startled, Qiao Mu turned to look at the pudgy child who suddenly sat straight up on the rattan chair.
The pudgy child's eyes were nearly squeezed together. When he stared at Qiao Mu, he tried his hardest to widen his eyes, but they merely separated a few hair's breadths from each other.
Qiao Mu narrowed her cool eyes, and fragmented memories flashed through her mind. Three days ago, it was this pudgy child who caused her to roll down the hill in front of the school.
It was not until Qiao Mu saw the pudgy Zhou Tao's face that she recalled how she was frequently bullied by this prodigal rascal in the village in her previous life.
Although they were all trivial matters, when the old enmities added with the new acrimonies, it was enough to fill a basket.
She originally intended to ignore this little tyrant, but who knew she would be stopped by this brat?
