Of course, Feng Juan knew Qin Jiao. But when she saw Qin Jiao arrive, her expression shifted, finally settling into a look of earnest, well-meaning concern.
She said, "Oh, it's you, Xiao Qin. Well, I was just talking to your mother."
Qin Jiao smiled. "Auntie, I heard everything you just said. It got me wondering... I don't believe I've ever offended you. We've never had any problems in the past, and we don't have any now. So why are you badmouthing my family?"
"I didn't..."
"So, was all that just you speaking from experience? Because I seem to recall that your husband had to take early retirement from the factory due to a personal mistake. Your family never really had a chance to get rich, did you?"
Feng Juan's face turned pale, then red. She said, a little unhappily, "Xiao Qin, your family may be rich, but it's not right for you to talk like that. I am your elder, after all."
