Receiving a definite reply, Aunt Qiao had already guessed what Zhao Ce intended to do.
She had always treated Nie Longjiao as her daughter; over the years, Longjiao's character and her care for her in all aspects made Aunt Qiao feel she couldn't just turn a blind eye.
After pondering for a while, she gathered the chubby boy and others together, lowered her voice, and quickly said a few words.
The chubby boy nodded, "Although Teacher Zhao treats us well, he can't compare to Sister Longjiao. We'll start preparing right away."
In fact, Aunt Qiao still thought too simply of the chubby boy and the others.
Nowadays, even if you haven't eaten pork, haven't you seen pigs running?
She thought these half-grown children couldn't fathom Zhao Ce's sinister intentions, but actually, these kids understood perfectly well.
Having discussed the plan, Aunt Qiao quickly ran to Zhao Ce's door, knocking and shouting, "Little Zhao, little Zhao, there's trouble!
