"Alright, then I'm off." Meng Jiahe was encouraged by that smile, feeling even more empowered.
"Mhm." Sang Qiao nodded, watching her silhouette leave the office.
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Meng Family
Meng Jiahe entered and looked at the unchanged decorations, feeling an overwhelming sense of strangeness. This place was never her home, just somewhere she could occasionally stay.
When she came in, Elder Mrs. Meng naturally saw her and, unable to contain her anger, stood up from the sofa and pointed at Meng Jiahe's nose, cursing loudly.
"How many calls have I made to you these past few days, how many messages have I sent, why didn't you reply? Doing it on purpose, aren't you, afraid that your sister would live a good life?"
Meng Jiahe ignored Elder Mrs. Meng and turned her gaze to her mother, who was sitting still on the sofa.
"I want to transfer my household registration."
Hearing this, Mrs. Meng's face instantly changed, her tone displeased.