As Qi Yue had predicted, just a day later, Bai Jiahui and Qi Fengzhang showed up at her doorstep.
"Dear niece," they cried repeatedly, nearly giving Qi Yue goosebumps.
Seeing the whip-marks on their clothing torn to shreds, Qi Yue immediately guessed their intentions.
"What relatives are you to me? Just speak your business."
At this moment, Bai Jiahui had no regard for her dignity and got close to Qi Yue.
"Yueyue, your second uncle and I never severed ties with you—you can't disown us!"
Qi Yue raised an eyebrow and feigned seriousness for a moment.
"Oh, it's my second aunt. I thought I was seeing a ghost."
"Yueyue, what are you talking about? Isn't your second aunt right here?"
"You're mistaken—the 'seeing a ghost' I mentioned was about seeing the fake woman who wanted to kill me."
Qi Yue lifted her finger casually and pointed at Bai Jiahui's back, "There she is, on your back. She said you paid her to kill me, now she wants revenge on you!"
"Ah!"
