```
There were quite a few visitors this time.
In addition to Qiao Dongyang's stepmother Dong Shan, there was also the Qiao family's eldest aunt, the third aunt, and two or three female relatives whom Chi Yue had no recollection of. Of course, the most important person was Old Mrs. Qiao, who was helped into the house by three daughters-in-law. She leaned on a cane, her hair white as silver, but she was still spirited.
Qiao Zhengchong didn't come.
All the women were aunts and great-aunts, the hardest kind to deal with.
Chi Yue was tying her apron as she came out of the kitchen and, seeing this array of visitors, paused for a moment.
"Mr. Qiao, your family is here." She called out to Qiao Dongyang and then turned around, ready to "invite" Qiao Dongyang out.
She couldn't cope with such a big scene, nor did she want to.
However, it was clear that the Qiaos couldn't stand her aloofness.
"Stop right there!"
