Qiao Qiao lay there listening, her face growing increasingly pale, and she smiled lightly, interrupting her, "Mom, haven't people always said I'm just like you?"
Ci Wan, "..."
Qiao Qiao lowered her voice a bit, "My dad is already dead, and besides, my surname isn't Jiang. No matter how bad my reputation is, what's it got to do with the Jiang Family?"
Ci Wan, "You..."
Before she could make a sound, Qiao Qiao hung up the phone.
Fool!
Did she think that woman calling would care about her?
Since Dad died, she became a piece of floating wild grass, drifting for many years.
All these years of mutual harm, her mother probably hates her to death, how could she care about her?
Idiot!
She cursed herself in her heart, picked up the novel beside her, and continued reading.
...
The next day, another day of formation practice led to Qiao Qiao's night patrol.
She was alone, dressed in camouflage, walking around the campus, seeing quite a few "rookies" patrolling at night just like her.
