Jiaojiao looked at Zhao Li, who was full of expectations, and felt a bit uncomfortable, somewhat pained.
Lu Xian had been gone for a few months, and Zhao Li seemed fine on the outside, chatting and laughing with them usually, but losing one's flesh and blood family couldn't possibly be something one recovers from in just a few months.
Jiaojiao had seen her sitting alone in a daze more than once, and then as soon as someone approached, she would immediately put on a smile. But that smile was no longer as cheerful as it used to be, too forced, too superficial.
Every time Jiaojiao saw this, she felt very distressed.
And this time she came to ask about Lu Zishu. Although she was asking about the reliability, her eyes obviously held anticipation.
If Xin Miao truly intended to be with Lu Zishu, Jiaojiao would naturally be happy to see it happen.
