Ling Fan's eyebrows picked up slightly, and his gaze toward Miao Caijing conveyed a trace of displeasure, yet he said nothing.
Qi Liangping came back to his senses, his face changing slightly, "Cai Jing, isn't it inappropriate for you to speak like that?"
Miao Lian also looked at Miao Caijing, saying sternly: "Sister, if you're here to ask for a cup of tea, I welcome you with open arms, but if it's just to mock us, then forget it!"
"What, can't handle a couple of truths?" Miao Caijing scoffed.
Qi Liangping and his wife looked very upset, already knowing that Miao Caijing, not having come by in ages, definitely wouldn't have anything good to say when she did show up; she must have come purely to disgust them.
He Feiman stood to one side, a few traces of coldness on her face.
