Qin Liuxi entered Old Mrs. Qin's courtyard, perhaps knowing she was coming to pay her respects, the whole Qin family, both young and old, were present, including the twin sons of her third uncle.
But when she entered, the room fell silent for a moment, Song Yu Yan was the first to lift her head and stood up, giving her a bow: "Cousin."
Following her lead, the rest of the younger generation stood up and bowed in unison.
The adults in the room had somewhat strange and complex looks in their eyes.
From Qin Liuxi's indifferent behavior towards the Qin family in the past year, it really seemed like there was a natural discordance between them. Yet, even though she rarely appeared before them, these children of the same age now dared not act rashly in her presence.
"You may dispense with formalities," Qin Liuxi said, also somewhat surprised. One by one, how had they become so perceptive and grown so much in just a few days?
