Jian Qing's eyelids lifted slightly, glancing at the two of them. Her cold voice was devoid of warmth, "If you have no business here, please leave."
Upon finishing her sentence, she reached for the door, preparing to shut it.
"Wait, Jian Qing, I really need to speak with you." Zhou Qi hurriedly extended her hand to stop the door from closing.
"Let's talk inside. It concerns your mother."
Jian Qing raised her eyes and gave her a look before she nonchalantly said, "You only have fifteen minutes."
After saying that, she turned and walked back into the room.
Zhou Qi let out a sigh of relief and exchanged a look with An Rong before they walked in.
As soon as they entered, An Rong subconsciously began to examine the furnishings in the living room.
Being pampered from a young age, she naturally possessed an eye for recognising high-end and luxurious items.
