"Wei, don't let your anger get the better of you," Madame Qiao scolded with a sigh. "It seems Xuan still holds a grudge. She's being petty. Let her calm down for now. We'll give it a few days and address things then."
Qiao Wei, filled with frustration, snorted but held her tongue.
Qingyan bowed and departed, leaving them to their thoughts.
"Mother! This—"
"Enough!" Madame Qiao's demeanor hardened with a smirk. "It's to be expected."
"What do you mean?"
"Isn't it typical of that little girl to show her true colors? She's always been stubborn. The more she acts out, the more anxious she is. We'll see her soon enough and she'll have to listen to us eventually!"
Outsiders often saw a big difference between those with a maternal family and those without, especially from the perspective of influential families eyeing Shao Yunduan.
Madame Qiao wasn't foolish. She understood this logic even if she didn't fully accept it yet.
