"She probably wouldn't dare. Doing this wouldn't bring her any benefits," Shu Jiao shook her head and said. Naturally, she had a deep impression of that young girl. People always say children grow up following their parents' example. That child grew up watching her mother, and as a result, she's a bit materialistic and frivolous. But this matter shouldn't have anything to do with her—she doesn't have the guts to pull it off."
"I wonder how Miss Xin is doing now," Jiaojiao sighed. Maybe it was because she had once been in an accident involving water herself, but she felt genuine sympathy for Miss Xin. It seemed as though tomorrow was supposed to be her birthday banquet, and now, judging by the situation, that banquet probably couldn't go forward.
She remembered that when Miss Xin was carried away, her face was pale, and she was unconscious.
Shu Jiao didn't reply, merely patted Jiaojiao's little head, her eyes full of contemplation.
