After returning home, Qiao Jiezhe answered a phone call, his expression becoming serious.
Qiao Qiqi noticed his unusual expression and asked with concern, "Brother, what's wrong?"
"It's about Yuan Zichen, let's go inside and talk," Qiao Jiezhe said, pulling his sister toward the villa.
Qiao Qiqi instinctively furrowed her brows, wondering if it was still too late to act now?
Qiao Yue'er saw this and rushed over to block the siblings, "Brother, Qiao Qiqi deliberately won't let me live in the villa, are you going to do something about it?"
"Oh, that matter, I know about it. It's not that my sister won't let you stay, but there are no vacant rooms now. Don't you like living with Uncle's family? Go stay with them! There's really no space for you here," Qiao Jiezhe replied with a malicious smile.
Qiao Yue'er was boiling with rage.
