Qi Yu entered the Prime Minister Residence and saw the three people sitting in the front hall wearing expressions of various hues, but all looking at her with eyes filled with hatred.
She couldn't help but let out a cold laugh, her reckoning had not even begun.
Qi Anran had thought that after Qi Yu used the box of rouge, she would definitely have ruined her face. Yet, at this moment, seeing her skin still white and smooth, she couldn't help but feel somewhat disappointed.
Her tone was perfunctory as she said, "Sister, what brings you here today, is there something you need?"
Before Qi Yu could speak, Mrs. Wang spoke with sarcasm, "What could it be? As soon as this harbinger of doom arrives, our residence suffers misfortune!"
Qi Wei also stood up, cursing at Qi Yu, "Unfilial daughter, what face do you have to see me? Hurry up and return the silver you stole!"
