Zhou Zining deliberately moved aside, intending to let Nan Jiaojiao sit in the middle. She wanted to show that woman some photos, but being blocked on both sides, it would be awkward to just walk away with a grimace.
However, her strategy backfired when the Old Lady, following the shift, sat down in the space she just vacated.
"Come, Jiaojiao, sit next to me,"
the Old Lady patted the spot beside her.
Nan Jiaojiao's expression remained faint, with a slight curl at the corners of her lips. Her usually cold features softened with that trace of a smile.
She sat down next to the Old Lady. The photo album, originally on Zhou Zining's lap, was promptly snatched by the Old Lady and spread across her and Nan Jiaojiao's laps.
Now, Zhou Zining's face darkened completely, squished next to the armrest, unable to move.
Suddenly, the light dimmed, and a tall man walked over, holding Qianqian, and sat down on the couch opposite.
