Qiao Mu silently followed behind her mother to return to the courtyard. Elderly Lady Qiao had temporarily stopped crying and was sitting on a chair, superficially wiping her tears while secretly glancing at Qiao Mu and her mother from the corner of her eyes.
"Qiao Mu," Qiao Zhongbang angrily shouted. When he looked up and saw his wife protectively pushing their daughter behind her, looking like she was afraid he would eat their daughter, he could not help but ache in anger.
What did his wife mean by this? Did she think he would shred and devour their daughter?
"Elderly Lady." Wei Ziqin stood upright, neither obsequiously nor superciliously, and inwardly sharpened her claws as she calmly said, "May I ask why you brought so many people here in such a large display? My child is still young and is easily scared. If she is freaked out, who will give me another good daughter?"
