"What's my job to you? You can't touch it anyway." Xixi didn't even spare her a glance, scoffed dismissively.
Sometime she wondered if the person she resented shouldn't be Xia Yue, but rather Xia Qing.
"Alright, enough, let's eat." The patriarch compared Xixi's knowledge of Yan Mo to an extraordinary person. Unwanting the others to continue the conversation, he interjected.
Upon hearing the patriarch's words, Xia Qing, despite her anger, didn't dare to throw a tantrum.
After the huge family finished their meal and spent two to three hours at the old mansion, they all left one after another.
"The girl that the third son recently brought back is no simple character." The patriarch conveyed to his wife after they all left.
