"You, you!" Qiao Yuhui was so furious he couldn't finish his sentence.
"I won't waste any more of your time, I'm leaving," Qiao Xiguan stood up, looking so composed, with such a condescending expression, then turned to Wa Da, "Let's go."
"Wait a minute," Yu Jing suddenly spoke, standing up from the sofa.
Qiao Xiguan pursed her lips, calmly watching Yu Jing.
Once upon a time, Qiao Xiguan was afraid of her.
Afraid of this stepmother with the heart of a beast.
Whenever they were alone, she endured all kinds of torment from her.
But now.
She lifted her eyebrows slightly, her chin tilting up.
She was no longer the Qiao Xiguan who cowered in front of her.
"I can let go of other things, but Qiao Xiguan, how do we settle the injury on Weiwei's leg?" Yu Jing asked, each word heavy with severity.
"Injury?" Qiao Xiguan looked puzzled, "I have no idea what injury you're talking about?"
