Ning Qing turned to her, the hatred in her eyes not dissipating.
Lou si took a few steps forward and walked towards the sofa. Lou qingyue followed behind her and waited for her to sit down. Then, she stood respectfully and meekly at the side.
"By right, you should be calling me aunt," Lou si said.
Ning Qing's eyes were cold. I have nothing to do with you. I only recognize my sister.
"But she's a real member of the Lou family,"
“……”
The woman sat upright and looked straight ahead. She had a dignified appearance.
But in ning Qing's eyes, it was like sand in her eyes, a thorn in her heart!
Her face was cold. I don't care who she is. She is my sister and has nothing to do with anyone else.
This neither servile nor overbearing attitude was actually a provocation towards the Lou family, and also a form of dissatisfaction towards Lou si.
"What are you saying?" Lou qingyue reprimanded. You're really born in the lower class, don't you know any manners?"
