Lu Chenwei’s Hostility (1)

"Eh, good, good," Qiu Ping replied, she sized up Zhao Shihao from head to toe. She thought that her in-law's family was really not well-informed. If she hadn't brought her daughter on this trip today, this rich husband of hers might have gone just like that. 

Meanwhile, Elder Zhao and Zhao Shihao's father, who was sitting at the side watching his father play chess, frowned when they heard Qiu Ping's words. Meanwhile, Zhao Shihao's mother, Sun Jia, who came out from the kitchen with fruit, heard Qiu Ping's words, she couldn't help but ask, "Qiu Ping, what do you mean? Do you want my son to be disabled?" 

"How could I? How could I be such a person? I heard from my family that Little Hao fell down the stairs, so I brought Weiwei to see Little Hao." Qiu Ping looked at Sun Jia, she was no longer as arrogant as before when she faced Chen Meng'er's family. 

Chen Meng'er looked at Qiu Ping's stooping posture, and her eyes were full of contempt.