Zhao Yulin saw Qin Yucen, then put down her phone, and sat upright in the European-style sofa. Her face was beautiful, her hair elegantly coiffed, wearing a green winter dress, adorned with a set of pearl earrings, necklace, and bracelet, exuding an air of refined elegance.
"You know to come back?" Zhao Yulin placed her glass heavily on the coffee table, her face frosty, "Do you even consider this your home? It was bad enough you used to come back in the middle of the night, but now that Yangyang has come back, you've become even more outrageous, not coming home for nights on end! Do you have the slightest awareness of being a daughter-in-law to the Guan Family, of being a wife?"
Qin Yucen stood there quietly without speaking, her gaze slightly lowered, staring at the tips of her shoes, indifferently listening to the reprimand.
This kind of scolding wasn't new to her; she had grown accustomed to it. When Zhao Yulin had said enough, when she was tired, she would naturally stop.
