The moment Qiao Ya entered the mansion, she tossed her branded handbag, which costs tens of thousands of RMB, aside. Her expression was dark as she sat on the couch.
Yu Tingyun was sitting on the couch and reading a fashion magazine. She raised her head to look at Qiao Ya. "What's wrong? Did anything unpleasant happen at work? Why are you throwing a tantrum at home? You've just started working at the company. You should take it slow."
"No, mum. I met Qiao Mu outside. I feel annoyed whenever I see her. Can you stop her from coming home?" Qiao Ya's eyebrows were furrowed. She really hated Qiao Mu.
The smile on Yu Tingyun's face faded, and she said flatly, "You shouldn't simply say things like this. What if your father hears it? He'll get angry. I've told you before not to make things difficult for that girl. You just need to remember that you're the eldest daughter of the Qiao family, and that you won't be affected no matter what Qiao Mu achieves."
