"How could you not pay attention? Who are you trying to imitate with all this pretense and affectation?
Pretending to be some noble lady from a play script?
Don't think she doesn't know that her own family doesn't have many respectable people, yet she always comes to our He Family looking for benefits."
"Dean Meng, if you're feeling unwell, please go back to your room and rest. Look at you, rubbing your forehead and sighing."
Old Lady He couldn't hold back her words.
"I'm fine, it's just an old problem."
He Xuerong suddenly looked up, puzzled, and asked, "Great-grandma, why do you still call Grandma 'Dean Meng' even at home?"
In an instant, silence fell upon the table as Qiao Qingyu's gaze shifted towards He Shan and his wife.
Then she glanced at Old Lady He. Of course, she knew that Old Lady He wasn't someone easy to handle, but was Meng Siqi still living in her youthful past without moving on?