"Sister, what do you mean?" Qiao Anxin pretended not to understand.
"You know what I mean." Qiao Mianmian held back her anger. "Why are you here, and you're Aunt Bai's daughter. You…"
Qiao Anxin raised her hand and interrupted her. "Sister, don't worry. I'll explain it to you slowly. But it's a long story, so let's go in first. Uncle Zhao has prepared tea."
Qiao Mianmian frowned at her.
Qiao Anxin looked at her smilingly.
After a while, Qiao Mianmian took a deep breath and nodded. "Alright, let's talk inside."
Qiao Anxin quickly glanced at Mo Yesi.
Looking at the man's tall figure and handsome face, her heart pounded wildly.
Mo Yesi.
The Second Young Master of the Mo family, Mo Yesi, one of the four richest families in Yuncheng City.
From the first time she saw him, she knew that his identity was extraordinary.
But she never expected his true identity to be so distinguished.
