Before dinner, Qiao Yaozu came back. The servants were busy preparing the food, and Old Mrs. Qiao stretched her neck long to look into the kitchen; she was really angry now. That little bitch Qiao Qiqi actually instructed people not to let her into the kitchen!
She even sent two people to guard there!
Was she being treated like a thief?
"Mom."
"You're back just in time. Look at what's going on here. These people actually won't let me into the kitchen. What do they take me for? I'm the head mistress of the family!" Old Mrs. Qiao was extremely angry.
"Mom, Qiqi is being filial to you by doing this. You're getting old now, and the kitchen is easy to slip in. Why would you go in there?"
"She wouldn't be so kind-hearted! She's guarding against me! Treating me like a thief!" Old Mrs. Qiao angrily slammed the table.
