"What do you want?" Qiao Xiaren didn't know her current feelings, her tone was indifferent, and even her reaction towards the word 'mother' was also indifferent and calm.
At this moment, she was rather curious. The Qiao family had never disclosed any information. How did An Yuqian know she was her daughter? Although An Yuqian looked young when she saw her at the fashion banquet last time, her face did not resemble her own at all.
Her grandparents never mentioned it, and naturally, she would not take the initiative to ask.
But now An Yuqian is a famous figure, what news can't she get?
"Can you come out and meet your mother?" Qiao Xiaren heard the sound of heels hitting the ground from the other end of the line. An Yuqian probably wanted to find a secluded place to discuss something with her.
Perhaps, as her daughter, she was a stain in An Yuqian's successful life. Qiao Xiaren's expression became increasingly indifferent.