Lu Lu shrieked, "Sister-in-law? What makes her a sister-in-law?"
Facing this delicate-looking yet sharp-tongued sister-in-law, Qin Miaomiao managed to maintain a relatively gentle demeanor, without showing any displeasure.
Lu Lu glared at her a few times, deliberately hooking her arm around Lu Qing's and speaking with a coquettish tone:
"Brother, why did you come back so late? I heard you went to that charity gala, and you didn't even take me."
As she spoke, she intentionally clung to him and walked inside, completely ignoring Qin Miaomiao standing nearby.
For such little-girl tactics, Qin Miaomiao showed no reaction, her expression calm as she steadily stepped into the living room.
The living room was brightly lit, and on the staircase, a woman dressed as a noble lady slowly descended. Her features were radiant, and her presence commanding.
She wore a silk shawl draped over her shoulders—this was Lu Qing's mother, Fang Li.
"Why so late?"
