Mo Lian poked her fair forehead with his slender finger as he chuckled.
She truly was a child with a sharp tongue but a soft heart. It was obvious that she wanted to give them a way out, yet she insisted on saying it with a detached and unfeeling attitude.
Old Sixth Qiao's family of three were "courteously" escorted out of the Marquis of Jiayuan's main entrance.
Wei Ziqin had just reached the front door after hearing the news, and she tepidly said, "Please wait."
"Ziqin, you… really were ill?" A faint wisp of astonishment flashed past Sixth Aunt Qiao's eyes. Even she had thought that Wei Ziqin was avoiding to see them earlier.
Wei Ziqin wore a sickly expression and was wrapped up in a thick fur cloak as Chunying helped her out the door.
