Mengsha's actions and words all conveyed to Qiao Zhiyi that she was the real mistress of the house, and that they had been living together for a long time.
Others, were just guests.
Qiao Zhiyi didn't openly confront Mengsha, but gently dug her fingers into Shi Jingzhou's palm. When Jingzhou looked at her, she rarely let a mischievous spark show in her eyes.
Ah Gui felt very awkward; he was starting to dislike Mengsha's behavior.
"You wear mine," Jingzhou bent over, taking his gray slippers and placing them next to Qiao Zhiyi's feet.
Qiao Zhiyi was somewhat pleased with his gesture.
She took off her shoes and put on his slippers.
As she looked up, she saw Mengsha's face darken.
"Shi Jingzhou, how could you let Miss Qin both cook and mop the floor?" Qiao Zhiyi glared at Jingzhou.
If Mengsha could act passive-aggressive, so could she.
Wasn't it just about pretending? She could do that too.