Qiao Lainan watched Qiao Yin's face from the side, feeling very complacent. Qiao Haidong didn't know how Qiao Yin's face got injured, but she did.
After all, she was almost always staring at Qiao Yin, watching everything that happened in the Office with crystal clarity.
The biggest asset Qiao Yin had was now gone—a face so hideously disfigured that from now on, no one would like her, let alone Lu Lingche.
Even though Lan Yuyi knew that Qiao Yin's face was ruined, she was still targeting her, which was indeed quite stupid.
Qiao Yin was no longer to be feared.
Qiao Lainan caressed her own smooth face, feeling an inexplicable sense of superiority, "Cousin, how can you talk to your own dad like that? You should be nicer to him. Eldest Uncle is still sick! He wants to get close to you, to be good to you, don't keep pushing him away. If I had someone like Eldest Uncle as my dad, I wouldn't know how happy I'd be. Cousin, you don't know your own blessings!"