She still remembered the resentful and hateful gaze of her mother before she died.
The dead are just dead, aren't they?
So that's why the living can feel so at ease?
How unfair.
Qiao Zhenbin's pupils shook violently, somewhat incredulously, "You know all about it?"
Qiao Xi's gaze was a bit cold, "Shouldn't I know?"
"…How did you find out?"
"If you don't want anyone to know, don't do it." Qiao Xi slowly wrapped the scarf around her neck, "Dad, so don't push me, let's stop here, and leave us father and daughter the last bit of face."
Speaking, she hung her coat over her arm, looking at the person opposite her, her demeanor full of mirth, "Actually, I am quite grateful to Dad for letting me marry into the Shen Family, after all, I have such a big backing behind me now."
With each word Qiao Xi said, Qiao Zhenbin's face grew a shade darker, and now it was as cold as frost, looking exactly like a King of Hell.
She knew what to say to make him uncomfortable.