Qiao Chengxun's thin, cool lips curled into a devilishly charming smile.
This woman, she really is incurably stupid.
"Miss An, your brain indeed falls short of my ex-wife's intelligence."
"You!" An Yuxin found herself at a loss for words.
Today, she had come here to take charge of everything, but she didn't expect this man's few words to snatch back control.
It seems this power struggle won't be as easy as she imagined.
But what of it? With the current turmoil, as long as she seized the right moment, the doors of the Qiao Family would eventually open for her.
By then, she would make this arrogantly insufferable man kneel before her and bow his head in submission.
An Yuxin had made up her mind and wanted to say something more.
Unfortunately, Qiao Chengxun's patience had run dry; he didn't even bother with the basic courtesy of seeing her out and simply turned to go upstairs.
An Yuxin bit her lip unwillingly.
