Master Ma left in a huff in the end.
So much so that the painting that he had promised to give to Mr. Qin was nowhere to be found.
Mr. Qin sent him off with an apologetic smile. He turned around to look at Mrs. Qin and frowned.
"Look at the good daughter you've taught!"
"Why should it be me or you? She's your daughter too. Don't blame me alone."
Mrs. Qin was not willing to suffer such a loss. What she said was the truth.
She was very righteous.
Mr. Qin closed his eyes. "Go find her and bring her to apologize to Master Ma. If she doesn't get his forgiveness, tell her to scram and never enter this house again!"
"I'm not going."
Mrs. Qin sat on the sofa with an ugly expression.
"I think that girl is determined to leave our house. When have I ever gone over to her to speak well of her? Anyway, I'm not going to look for that girl again."
Just treat it as if that stinky girl had died outside.
