"Jian Qing, no matter why you are here today, please stop now and stop making a scene." An Zhonghui, who has never experienced being ignored, stared at Jian Qing with a grim face.
Jian Qing raised her eyebrows slightly, as if she had heard some big joke, "I came in and was met with mockery. Could it be that because I haven't been back for a while, someone thinks I'm a pushover and easy to manipulate?"
Her cold voice was deafening, exploding in the ears of all present.
"Jian Qing, watch your tone, he's your—" Zhou Qi, wearing an annoyed expression, looked at Jian Qing unhappily. The word "grandfather" was on the tip of her tongue but she could not utter it.
"What?" Jian Qing smiles sarcastically, "Let's not talk about family ties, it makes me sick."
"You... don't forget your place." Zhou Qi's face turned bluish-purple in anger, putting on quite a show.
