"Tch, Jian Qing, is this all the luggage you have?" Yang Xiang scoffed, eyeing the backpack on Jian Qing's shoulder with disdain and utter contempt.
As soon as she mentioned it, all eyes turned to Jian Qing's pitifully meager luggage, just a backpack carried in her empty hands.
"Now that you've entered the An family's house, at least stop dressing so shabbily. People might think we're mistreating you," An Rong teased mockingly.
Jian Qing glanced down at her clothes, a brow raised. She wondered what was so offensive about her clothes that they always found a way to criticize them.
"An Rong!" The old Master An warned out loud.
An Rong glared at Jian Qing in silence, biting back her words.
"Now that Qing is back, it's time to instruct the kitchen to prepare dinner." Old Master An turned back to Jian Qing with a smile full of warmth that aroused the jealousy of An Yu and others.
