It wasn't a gentle or cheerful laugh, but a mocking one, the kind you hear when someone's enjoying watching a spectacle. Fang Rushuang put down the teacup in her hand. In someone else's home, it wasn't polite to look around, so she could only turn to ask her father, "Dad, did I wear something wrong with my clothes? Or is there something dirty on my face?"
Fang Zheng turned to look at her, "No, why do you ask?"
"It's nothing." She shook her head. Although still somewhat suspicious inside, she was not the kind to do something inappropriate in front of everyone.
She could only sit more properly and straighten her clothes again, then turned back to give Qin Zhimei a smile. She knew that Qin Zhiyou did not get along with the second and third branches of the family, and if she truly were to marry into the Qin Family, she would inevitably be caught in the middle—she needed to be prepared.