"Why are you here?"
The same question simultaneously blurted out from Qiao Jun and Zhang Xiaoqin.
Yi Chichi's mouth twitched slightly, "I'm going home."
This absurd twist of fate is truly unbelievable.
With so many people in the country, how huge must the coincidence be to travel from Yangcheng all the way to Beijing together, then accidentally meet again in Beijing after spending a night there? It's simply unbelievable.
"Sit, sit, sit."
Seeing her with several parcels in hand, Qiao Jun enthusiastically reached out to help.
"Thank you, I'll do it myself."
As the saying goes, one doesn't hit a smiling face, and since Qiao Jun was polite, Yi Chichi felt bad for giving him a hard time, especially since apart from their verbal spat upon first meeting, there was no major conflict between them.
Therefore, after declining Qiao Jun's kind offer and putting her things away, Yi Chichi, feeling "idle hands are the devil's tools," decided to have a chat with them.
