Zhou Mikang's sister came.
Lin Yanqiu frowned: "This child really has no sense. It's already eight o'clock and she's just coming over now. What was she doing earlier?" Saying this, she looked at Chuxia, "Go upstairs to rest, I'll go talk to her."
Chuxia quickly said, "Mom, it's just a few words. Let her come in, and I'll talk to her. Isn't it giving her too much face to have you host her?"
"Your health is more important than my face."
"Mom..." Chuxia smiled, "It's such an easy thing for her to apologize to you; you're the elder, so it's easy for her to apologize. I want her to apologize to me in person."
Lin Yanqiu paused for a moment, then understood, and shook her head with a smile. "Alright, as you wish," she said, looking at Aunt Qin, "Let her in."
After a moment, a girl in her twenties entered somewhat timidly. However, if you looked closely, you'd find that her timid demeanor was definitely feigned—there wasn't a trace of timidity in her eyes.
