Yan Xiaye deliberately tried to divert her attention, scrunching up her face and muttering gloomily, "Who knows, maybe I'll be kicked out soon enough."
"What happened?"
Sure enough, Qin Yiren's focus was drawn away, and she stopped in her tracks again, looking at her with concern. "Did that bastard Qin Jingyi do something stupid again?"
"He's always doing stupid things. The sad part is, I can't make mistakes, not even once."
With a helpless bitter smile, Yan Xiaye understood the high expectations placed on her by Old Qin. She couldn't decide whether to feel proud or sorrowful about it.
From a young age, she longed for a family like Ji Liangchen's, filled with love and care from her relatives.
But the relationship between her and Old Qin was less familial and more hierarchical—it was more fitting to describe it as superior and subordinate. Still, given their long separation as father and daughter and how much she's been through, it was somehow inevitable.
