"Hello, sister."
At the other end of the line, the young girl was peeling an apple with one hand while clamping her phone between her ear and shoulder.
"Qiaoqiao, it's me."
"Sister, what are you talking about? Of course, I know it's you! But let me tell you, it's been so long since you've been back in the country, and this is the first time you've called me. Do you know that? Dad and Mom miss you a lot. When are you coming home?" The girl's voice was crisp and lively.
Fang Qinglian clenched her phone, her heart a tumult of emotions.
Ever since she had been in a car accident that left her with a limp, her status in the Fang family had plummeted.
And Fang Qiao, who was utterly ordinary and didn't hold a candle to her, had suddenly become the pride and joy of the entire Fang family, showered with love and affection.
Just thinking about it made Fang Qinglian's teeth itch with hatred.
