"Uncle Zhai, a woman named Qi Minlan cornered me today, saying that she's Brother Zhai's fiancée. She doesn't like me and wants me to move out of the Zhai family's house. Uncle Zhai, what should I do?"
Old Zhai's eyes widened. "Who? What did Qi Minlan say?"
"That can't be. Miao Miao, is this a misunderstanding?"
She was a child whom Grandma Zhai had doted on for years, and Grandma Zhai didn't want to believe that Qi Minlan was as demanding and arrogant as Miao Jing was describing her to be.
Feeling Grandma Zhai trying to protect Qi Minlan, Miao Jing was no longer willing to speak any further.
Miao Jing could feel the Zhai family's attitude toward Qi Minlan.
Zhai Yaohui's gaze toward Qi Minlan was the same as that toward her. They were both his younger sisters.
Uncle Zhai clearly liked her more while Auntie Zhai liked Qi Minlan more.
