The old woman servant didn't seem to like cute little children, and upon hearing Qi Jia's words, her expression grew even darker, like murky water.
She glanced at Qi Jia with impatience and chided with a frown, "Whose child is this! How ill-mannered? When adults are speaking, what business does an ignorant child have running over to interrupt? Is this the kind of rule your shop keeps? Madam, not only is the food at your establishment outrageously expensive, but you also allow a child to run about in the shop, which is utterly unacceptable behaviour."
Qi Jia had come over to say kind words but unexpectedly got chastised by this old woman. The little one was first stunned, then felt somewhat wronged, moisture appearing in her eyes, yet she still stared at the old woman with wide eyes, defiantly.
Ye Xinyan's eyes darkened slightly as she gently squeezed Qi Jia's little hand to offer comfort.