Still not satisfied, Su Mo stepped outside the door and her compelling gaze made Xiaoqiao retreat two steps, "Do you think, without Zhao Changsheng's protection, you and your family could survive in the Outer Ring?"
Her implication was merely pointing out that Xiaoqiao was overstepping her bounds. She trembled, her voice hoarse, "I understand now."
No longer begging Su Mo, she turned and ran away.
Indeed, she wasn't wrong. Without Zhao Changsheng, she was really nothing, aside from the free apartment unit, she had nothing.
Su Mo closed the door, her eyebrows relaxing. After stretching her muscles, she scooted next to Lu Chen, who was sitting on the couch, and switched to a cheery face, "When you come back tomorrow, we'll make more food and tea, help me, will you?"
"Okay."
Chirping merrily, Su Mo began to unpack the several large bags on the table in front of them, reorganizing the items again. She poked the man's arm, "Make sure to put these things away properly."
