"Pei Ge, you'd better be careful with what you say." With a look of displeasure and arrogance, Qu Jingwan stood up and looked down at her mockingly. "Our positions are different. I'm the fiancée of Ji Ziming—his future wife, which is acknowledged by this family."
"Oh, is that so? Why have I never known that he has such an unofficial wife like you?"
"Let me warn you: Don't go overboard."
"Who's the one going overboard? Don't you know it?"
"Enough, enough! What are you guys quarreling about? I can hear you guys from all the way upstairs." Madam Ji slowly walked down the stairs while holding the railings.
"Auntie, I wasn't quarreling with her. She's the one who's going overboard just over a little bird—"
"Alright, alright. Jingwan, bring Baby upstairs." The older woman patted her arms. "You taking care of him is the most important thing."
She obediently nodded her head, waving at the boy and moved to bring him upstairs.
