She got bored again seeing that Wei Ling was still on the phone and quietly said, "Aunt, I'll go up and practice—"
Before she said "the piano", she heard Wei Ling shout in shock and anger. "Who did you say?"
Qiao Chen raised a brow. She felt that something was amiss with Wei Ling's reaction.
When Wei Ling was done with her call and had put her cell phone down, her exquisite face was masked with gloominess. She suddenly turned to glare at Qiao Chen and asked seriously, "When did your dad call you?"
"Uh…" Qiao Chen's heart sank. Seeing that her expression was strange, she cautiously lied. "… Half an hour ago, while I was on the way."
"What is it, Aunt?" she asked immediately.
Silence ensued for a moment.
Wei Ling's expression was awful. She couldn't even be bothered with the messy scarf around her neck and said coldly, "Qiao Nian beat Wei Qi up."
"Ah?"
