"Shut up!" The old man was furious by now, snapped solemnly, "Qiao Anchu, you're not by blood of my Qiao Family. Why do you possess my Qiao family's heirloom necklace? And why does your Li Family's parents have the handwritten letter that An Yuqian left behind? What is the connection between you and my granddaughter?"
The old man continuously pressed Qiao Anchu with questions, causing her to retreat in alarm, with cold sweat drenching her entire body.
Uncle Wu stepped forward, his foot landing firmly in Qiao Anchu's chest. The sudden kick sent her sprawling on the ground.
Qiao Anchu's face twisted together in agony. She clutched her aching chest, the pain contorting her facial features.
She finally realized that this was not just about posing as the Qiao family's daughter. Her palms were sweating coldly; there had been no mercy in that kick.
No wonder Qiao Xiaren was so cruel and ruthless—it was inherited from the family!
