Han Qiao told Heng Yi to get their things. He shouldn't get involved in women's affairs.
Moreover, he couldn't interfere in this matter.
As expected,
"I heard from Xiang that you were angry with her–"
"Mother!" Han Qiao interrupted Han Yuan, "Mother, I don't like what you're trying to say. I didn't offend her, did I? She's always been weird to me, but Heng Yi and I have only been married for two days, and she wants me to have a child. And in front of all the cousins, what kind of intentions did she have?"
"..." Han Yuan was stunned.
"Mother, we're both your daughters. I don't ask you to be biased toward me, but at least treat me fairly. Did Han Xiang call me sister? The last time I moved into my new house, she threw melon seeds and peanut shells under my bed. I wanted to hit her."
Han Yuan was dumbfounded.
"When… When did this happen? Why didn't you tell me?"
"What are you talking about? It's not a big deal."