Cousin. Yao Ran didn't need to be a genius to know what her aunt had meant. Yao Tang was, after all, still the biological child of the Yao Family. It was only reasonable that they have a few similarities in terms of their allergies.
An uncomfortable feeling stirred in her stomach. Everyone at this table was connected by blood. At least, except for the wives. She was the only outsider here.
That was what her aunt had meant.
Old Madam Yao's sharp gaze swept over Qin Man. Their daughter obviously didn't know anything, yet she still had the nerve to speak out?
Even Qin Man couldn't maintain her arrogant expression. Her shifty eyes and twitching lips had already said it all. Old Madam Yao scoffed.
"Yao Tang had come from the countryside, so she obviously doesn't know the first thing about eating seafood." Qin Man shrugged. "Even if she is, how would she know?"
She was nothing but a poor country bumpkin?
Was she just copying her cousin?
