"Sister Qingqing, you must have been exhausted last night. I heard you went out to forage on the beach."
Wang Zhiwen’s words were layered with hidden meaning at the start, though the latter half was perfectly blameless.
Qiao Qingqing remained cool and unruffled. "What choice did I have? None of you are as good at foraging as I am. It’s New Year's Eve today, and everyone is waiting for my seafood dishes to spice up the table."
Chapter 387