Yuan Qing could stand here and tell her to help Jiang Xianrou because they were family and Jiang Xianrou was young.
Qiao Nian's gaze was unrestrained as it landed coldly on her. She licked her dry lips. Then, she walked around Ye Wangchuan to face her relatives.
"I'll do it."
Someone suddenly grabbed her left arm and pulled her back just as Qiao Nian was about to walk out.
She raised the corners of her eyes, but she still could not suppress the surly aura in her dark eyes.
After Ye Wangchuan pulled her back, he turned and looked at others behind Yuan Qing and her son. He straightened and cast a cold and solemn gaze at them, making them feel a bone-chilling cold coming up their spines.
The pressure from Master Wang was not just for show.
Yuan Qing knew that the young man beside Qiao Nian was not someone she could afford to offend. She couldn't help but shrink her neck and shut her mouth.
