The moment Du Liya's gaze fell on Qin Jiao, her expression instantly changed.
She quickened her pace, and just as she was about to reach Qin Jiao, she raised her hand...
Indeed, she was used to getting her way. Never mind hitting Qin Jiao in front of Sun Guotao; she had even struck her own husband and son before.
Qin Jiao obviously didn't want to be hit, but she also knew it was unrealistic for her to fight back.
So, the instant Du Liya's hand went up, Qin Jiao spoke. "You must be Aunt Du, right? Grandpa Du mentions you all the time. He said it's been a while since you last visited and that he misses you very much."
Du Liya's hand froze in mid-air. The slap never landed. She looked at Qin Jiao suspiciously. "You know my dad?"
"Yes, I brought Grandpa Du some dumplings just a few days ago. He showed me your old school photos. You look exactly the same now as you did back then."
It was an indirect way of calling Du Liya beautiful.
