The main reason Aunt Lin had gotten by so well in life was that she knew how to pick her battles. The woman before her was beautiful and powerful, and she had no desire to offend her.
So, she was carefully considering her words, trying to figure out how to avoid blame from the Lin family patriarch without getting kicked by the young woman in front of her.
Aunt Lin had always been canny and composed, but she had forgotten that the daughter by her side had inherited none of her finesse.
Lin Qingya was already deeply jealous of Gu Jiaojiao's beauty, and now that she had drawn near, she could see it all the more clearly.
Gu Jiaojiao was wearing a spring-green, long-sleeved hooded jacket of a style and fabric Lin Qingya had never seen. From a distance, there were what looked like two patches over her stomach.
Up close, she realized they were actually two stylish-looking pockets. Even the ordinary pair of jeans she wore was elevated, looking far more high-end.
