That night, in the living room of the Fenglin Garden, the guests poured a cup of tea for Qiao Wanwan and Mrs. Qiao respectively.
Qiao Qingai changed into her pajamas and took off her makeup. Then, she sat opposite to Qiao Wanwan and Mrs. Qiao with her arms crossed. "So, why did you come to me so late at night?"
Qiao Tens of thousands of years were staring at Wan Qingai and Jian An, who was standing behind her, and drinking tea with doubts, wondering if they had any shady relationship. When he heard Qiao Qingai's words, he almost choked on the tea.
"Are you questioning me? I can't come over?"
"So what's the matter with you?" Qiao Qingai asked again.
Madame Qiao patted Qiao Wanli, who had a bad temper. After all, it was a misunderstanding just now. Their daughter had nothing to do with Jian An.