After Zhao Chi left, Wei Qi finally sat down on the chair, feeling flustered. She gently caressed her ample chest, trying hard to regain her composure.
Seeing her daughter still dutifully pouring her a glass of boiled water, Wei Qi whispered softly, "Xiao Qing, your cousin, despite his genteel appearance and seeming niceness, actually used to be a little hoodlum with a terrible character! So, you must not associate or contact him in the future, understand?"
Her mother's sudden warning stunned Li Qing, but despite her reluctance, her good upbringing made her nod, "Hmm, I understand, Mom. But I think my cousin is quite decent!"
"How old are you? What do you understand? The more someone like him appears upright, the less good they are!" Wei Qi's expression turned cold as she warned, "Could your mother harm you? Everything I do is for your own good, so you can become better. In the future, you absolutely must not have any contact with him, nor meet him, understand?"
