Xia Yehua thought that if Qiao Lian was willing to give Song Yuanxi a little leeway so that they could all resolve the awkward situation, it would probably bring harmony back to the household.
Qiao Lian smiled as she took over the lunchbox from Auntie Li, and then went on her way.
She was not completely sure of what she hoped to achieve with this, but she knew that she wanted to see Song Yuanxi.
She wanted to ask Song Yuanxi directly about her involvement in the matter.
Qiao Lian had always had a straightforward character and hated underhanded means.
There was nothing like being upfront and direct.
Xia Yehua had her own personal chauffeur, who was now given the task of sending Qiao Lian to her destination.
It was six in the evening and the skies were darkening.
The icy wind was whistling as the car drove along, but its interior was cozy with the heating on.
Qiao Lian turned to look at the night view of Beijing.
