Yan Qingsi was a legitimate lady of the Xia family. No matter what she did, the blood that coursed through her veins still belonged to the Xia family's lineage. The same could not be said for Xia Rushuang, even if she carried the Xia family's name. An adopted child can never be compared to their biological child. Nothing would ever change this fact.
Hence, she had no qualifications to teach Yan Qingsi the way she should behave.
Mrs.You's hands trembled while holding onto the bowl. She bit her lips with her head lowered and said, "Brother Lan, I...never implied anything. I might have assumed wrongly. I'm sorry, I will not mention this again. I'm sorry, I...won't bother you anymore. I'll head over to the hospital and deliver food to Uncle."
Mrs. You closed the door with her head down.
