"You troublesome girl! I told Sister Huan to stay! Where do you want her to go?" A faint voice spread through the air, as someone picked up a cup of hot tea, took a small sip, and then shot a fierce look at Beitang Huan!
Beitang Huan shivered all over under her gaze!
"Hello, Madam," Xia Qingqian smiled slightly, greeting Madam Rong who was seated on the sofa.
Why, from the moment Xia Qingqian saw Madam Rong, did she suddenly feel a strong urge to get close to her?
Was it just her illusion?
"Please call me Madam Rong, I am not your aunt!" Madam Rong put down the cup in her hand with some force, making a sound as it hit the coffee table, which made Xia Qingqian's heart tremble as well.
Xia Qingqian quickly hid her smile, her gaze dimmed a little, with a hint of grievance in her voice: "I'm sorry, Madam Rong..."
Why did her heart feel a twinge of sadness when Madam Rong spoke to her like that?
Did she even feel like crying?
