She was unwilling to accept this, and the more she imagined everything Xia Yumo would have in the future, the more Qi Miao was filled with bitterness and anger.
She clenched her fists, her gaze fell on Gu Junhang's gentle and handsome face, and a few seconds later, she regained her composure, her eyes red as she walked downstairs.
She looked at Mr. and Mrs. Qi, biting her lower lip, and said softly:
"Dad, mom..."
"I told you not to call me that, can't you remember?"
Chu Peixian ruthlessly interrupted Qi Miao's words.
Qi Miao gritted her teeth in secret hatred, her drooping eyebrows and eyes filled with turbulent anger.
When she raised her head again, she was still wearing that pitiful appearance, speaking softly:
"Mr. Qi, Mrs. Qi, my luggage is too much. Can I stay here for two more days until I find a place to live?"
She thought that as pitiful as she was, Mr. and Mrs. Qi would agree, but Chu Peixian said without hesitation:
