Xu Sheng's gaze was unnerving, his scrutiny making her exceedingly uncomfortable.
As Xu Mushen's father, his aura was intense.
Facing his gaze, Xu Qiaoqiao felt immense pressure.
Yet she didn't want to appear weak, so she held her head high and met his eye.
However, within a few seconds, she could feel a thin layer of sweat forming on the back of her neck.
But to avoid his eyes now would be a sign of weakness.
In her moment of distress, Xu Mushen, perhaps deliberately, perhaps unintentionally, stood between them, blocking their line of sight.
Xu Qiaoqiao breathed a sigh of relief.
She then heard Xu Sheng ask with icy coldness and unfriendly demeanor, "Is this the daughter of my sister?"
Xu Qiaoqiao bit her lip upon realizing that Xu Sheng didn't welcome her at all.
Not knowing Xu Sheng's standing in the household, she turned to look at the old lady.
