After Commander Qiao returned, Qiao Zhen went straight to reclaim the internal power of the Commander's Mansion and gave one-third of it to Aunt Yun. Qiao Zhen figured that since the target of the mission would definitely be in high spirits in the end, his own mother certainly couldn't hold him back.
But after Lin Zhao woke up, Qiao Zhen had the urge to strangle her target. She clenched her fists tightly, telling herself that she couldn't do it, couldn't strangle him, and had to use care and love to influence him.
"I don't want to! I don't want to! I don't want to! Why are you leaving me here, you old woman! Old! Woman!" Lin Zhao jumped up and down on Qiao Zhen's big bed, constantly taunting Qiao Zhen. "You're ugly, old, and disgusting!"
Qiao Zhen felt the veins on her forehead throbbing; she was terrified that she might accidentally kill her target if she let her guard down. She forced a smile, pretending to be as gentle as a spring breeze that could melt his heart. "Come on, get down, let me help you change your clothes."
"What sister! Don't you have any self-awareness, you old hag?!" Lin Zhao said, then jumped off the bed like a monkey. He opened Qiao Zhen's wardrobe, haphazardly pulled out all the clothes she had folded and stored at the bottom, and stomped on them with his dirty feet. "I! Won't! Change!"
Qiao Zhen watched as her clean and tidy clothes were thrown on the ground like trash, constantly covered with gray footprints. The string of reason in her mind finally snapped with a "snap".
"Squeak—" The little hamster quickly clung to Qiao Zhen's clothes, hanging itself up. [Zhenzhen, impulsiveness is the devil! Take a deep breath, a deep breath! Huff—hah—huff—hah—]
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