However, faced with everyone's expectations and her father's orders, she had no way to refute them.
So, the next day, as the weather slightly changed, Qiao Ling went directly to Wei Chengfeng's house. Since private matters were to be discussed today, it was better to talk at home.
Wei Chengfeng was having breakfast with a few children when Qiao Ling entered.
Regarding her arrival, Wei Chengfeng didn't seem surprised at all, "You're here?"
Qiao Ling held her bag somewhat nervously in front of her, nodded, and said, "Yes, you have your breakfast first, I'll wait for you in the living room."
Wei Chengfeng didn't say anything, letting her go to the living room, then he peeled an egg and put it in Chaochao's bowl.
Qianqian had just taken a sip of milk, with a ring of milky white still on her lips, "Dad, that's the aunt."
"What?" Wei Chengfeng didn't understand what she meant.
"It's the aunt from last time at brother's hundred-day banquet; she was really fierce."
