"I heard he made Xiao Lan cry. I don't know what exactly he did, but your aunt is furious."
Qin Xiaolan was Qin Jiao's cousin, three years younger than her and in the ninth grade.
She was a rather delicate girl. Although she had a temper, like her mother, she knew the difference between right and wrong.
'For a girl like that to be driven to tears... I wonder what Xiao Tao did this time.'
'Things must have gotten really ugly. Her aunt might actually skip going back for the New Year.'
After a moment of thought, Qin Jiao said, "Mom, if Aunt and her family don't go back for the New Year, then we won't go either."
"Okay. I'll talk to your dad about it later."
That evening, before they went to bed, Su Yun said to Qin Zhonghui, "When it gets closer to the New Year, ask your eldest brother if his family is going back."
"Why do you ask?"
