Zhao Ni grabbed Qian'e and turned to leave, but there were many neighbors around them and they were surrounded.
"Oh, you're intending to leave. If you go back now, you might produce a stack of letters tomorrow. You may even say that Xia Zhe's father wrote to you." Qiao Mei sighed and continued, "Who knows if you've hidden away Xia Zhe's notebook and you may even be able to imitate his handwriting. Since you missed him so much, you must have stared at his things while thinking of him all these years."
Qian'e did not say a word given that Qiao Mei had hit the nail on the head. Even Zhao Ni looked a little embarrassed. Zhao Ni was the one who usually cleaned the rooms at home and she had previously spotted Xia Zhe's notebook with Qian'e. Furthermore, there were several notebooks, not just one, and Qian'e also possessed Xia Zhe's used stationery.
