Before Mo Fei could agree to see Ding Jiaqi, Ding Jiaqi had already entered. As usual, she was dressed like a lady and had a pitiful expression on her face.
If Mo Fei was not aware of her hidden talent, she would never have thought that this woman was in possession of such a deadly skill.
"Cousin Fei." Ding Jiaqi nodded slightly. Even her words were as gentle as usual.
Mo Fei did not respond because she felt that Ding Jiaqi had a masochistic tendency. For example, Ding Jiaqi clearly knew that Mo Fei would not treat her nicely and would even threaten her, but she still came to see Mo Fei anyway. Moreover, she brought along the same annoying look.
Ding Jiaqi was a little embarrassed by Mo Fei's lack of response, but she still maintained her small smile. "Cousin Fei, I came here today mainly to ask if you can fetch Grandma back? I want to take care of my mother. I really don't have the energy to take care of Grandma anymore," Ding Jiaqi said pitifully.
