"Are you feeling unwell?"
When Jiang Shaocheng came downstairs, he saw Xu Qiao sitting on the sofa, clutching her phone in one hand and covering her chest with the other, her charming face almost contorted, and thought she was sick.
"If you feel unwell, call the family doctor to have a look."
"No, I'm not feeling unwell, just a bit stuffy in my chest," Xu Qiao said, her heart trembling, not daring to let Jiang Shaocheng find out what she had done.
She still hoped for the best, thinking that the old lady was just speaking off the cuff, how could she truly cut off contact, even though they were distant relatives, they were still family.
However, when later all the festival gifts she sent were returned, Xu Qiao knew the old lady was serious and really didn't want this kinship.
