"Miss... Miss, my name is Rong Cui," the girl said timidly.
Qiao Jingxue actually looked down on such meek and compliant girls.
After all, they weren't brought up in luxury and were not fit for public appearances.
It was Zhou Siheng who suffered the most.
But at this point, she couldn't blame herself...
When dinner was almost ready, Qiao Jingxue helped her father down the stairs from the upper floor.
Qiao Yesi, because Zhou Siheng had just teased her about repeating herself, displeasedly went upstairs.
Girls of that age, their skins are so thin.
Unlike Qiao Mother's gentleness and face full of good intentions, Qiao Father's gaze was sharp, a single look sufficed to show he was no kind soul.
The last time Zhou Siheng met Qiao Father was at his and Qiao Jingxue's wedding ceremony.
Over the years, although the two families were related by marriage, they were distinctly separate and never intimate.
"Dad," Zhou Siheng said indifferently.
