At the thought of this sentence, Qiao Dongliang pressed his thin lips into a line, sizing Qiao Zijin up. "Zijin, why are you so diligent today? I remember that you hate to do housework."
"Dad, you've thought too highly of me. You are the one who bought the breakfast. All I did is set the table, nothing more. If you make me wash the dishes, I will definitely not do it. Dad, you know I hate getting my hands wet." Qiao Zijin bit her lips and schooled her expression.
"Is that so?" Qiao Dongliang did not believe her, and neither did Qiao Nan.
Ding Jiayi might not have been treated like a queen in the Qiao family, but Qiao Zijin was definitely the princess in the Qiao family. She not only refused to do household chores but also lazed around whenever she had the chance.
