Su Xiaoli's slender little hands clenched into fists by her side.
She didn't care that Qin Hanshuang mocked her as a country bumpkin, saying she wasn't a good girl.
But how could she say she was born without a mother's upbringing!?
Having lost her mother at a young age was a lifelong pain for her!
The young girl bit her lip, just about to speak, when Qin Yihan next to her reached out his hand and lightly pressed down on her clenched fist.
The man looked up indifferently and glanced at Qin Hanshuang, "Little aunt, you say, those with tattoos aren't good girls?"
Qin Hanshuang let out a cold laugh, "Of course!"
"Which nice and obedient girl would get a tattoo!"
Qin Yihan faintly curved his lips into a smile, turned his head to glance at Zheng Qingqing, who was enjoying the commotion beside Qin Hanshuang, "Qingqing, the ribbon on your wrist is pretty, what's the material?"
Zheng Qingqing hadn't expected Qin Zimo to ask about the ribbon on her wrist at this time.
