"So, it is true, you are back." Zhou Liying exited the room of Qin Yanze when she heard the familiar, bitter voice of her aunt, Huang Jiayi.
"Aunt, how are you doing?" Zhou Liying returned her harsh tone and bitter expression.
"You…your tongue has become sharper, I see."
With loath, Huang Jiayi looked up and down at Zhou Liying. Because Zhou Liying was holding onto the little girl, her clothes were crushed badly, they had become wet due to her tears and there were also traces of blood and dirt on her clothes.
"You still are poor like before. No sense of clothing." Zhou Liying raised her left brow in a perfect curve when she heard her aunt. Her aunt had no idea that her dresses were custom-made in Paris or by her cousin!
