"Qiao Lian, since you're back in Suzhou, why haven't you come home to visit us? At the time, after your parents' misfortune, you stayed with us for some time. You—"
Qiao Lian sighed and said, "Look, I really do not remember you two. Erm… I have to go to work."
At these words, she walked around them, intending to leave.
Her uncle was her relative, but she had decided that she was going to ignore them for the rest of her life.
She didn't wish to take revenge, because life shouldn't be about living with hatred and punishing oneself.
But unexpectedly, just as she had started to leave, Qiao Yiyi walked out of the office building. When she saw them, she approached them in a hurry immediately. Narrowing her eyes, she held Qiao Lian's hand and slowly said, "Qiao Lian, my parents are here. Did you see them?"
Qiao Lian frowned and looked at her hand.
Surely, Qiao Yiyi wasn't planning to harm her child in the public, in broad daylight?