Qiao Qiqi turned back to glance in a certain direction before returning to her room, the corners of her crimson lips curling up slightly. From today onwards, the good days for those ingrates in the Qiao Family would finally come to an end.
...
After Old Mrs. Qiao got up, the servant who usually came in first thing to attend to her wasn't there. Her temper flared instantly as she shouted, "Xiao Yang, where are you? Come in and help me get dressed."
Sister Yang was outside talking with a few colleagues, worry etched on all their faces. Hearing Old Mrs. Qiao's call, she hastily pushed the door open and entered, "Old Mrs. Qiao, I'll get your clothes now."
"What's wrong with you? Don't you know to work without being told? Do I pay you so much every day for nothing?" The old lady was already in a foul mood these past days, all because of that little brat Qiao Qiqi. Now she was lashing out at anyone she could find.
