She looked at the dilapidated mud house and suddenly pushed Xing Xiaoya away. She ran into the mud house and called, "Xing Chen."
Xing Xiaoya told him smugly, "Xing Chen isn't home. He went out early in the morning and only made me a bowl of clear porridge. There's nothing for you."
Qiao An ran into the kitchen. Seeing that there was indeed only a bowl of clear porridge left, she looked at Xing Xiaoya anxiously. "He clearly promised to cook for me. Why did he go back on his word?"
Xing Xiaoya pulled a long face and said, "Didn't I say that I don't like you? So he made a choice between us. Can't you tell that he cares more about me? Although you're rich, in his eyes, I'm more important than money."
Qiao An glared at Xing Xiaoya. Although this girl was wearing rough linen clothes, she had two braids and her skin was fair. She looked pure and beautiful. As for her figure, she was dressed wearing loose clothes so there was no way to ascertain.
