Lovely pet rich and cold wife: You must

"Give up?" An Qi sneered, looked at her disdainful face, and said, "Even Yan Xiyao dare not say such a thing, what kind of confidence do you have to dare to say such a thing?"

"You!" Fang Xin was extremely angry. She never thought that An Qi would speak like this, and she never planned that she would give up because of her own words, but she never thought that she would say such strong words.

"You are not qualified to be my opponent!" An Qi said every word clearly, like her, An Qi really did not take her seriously!

The living room was full of gunpowder smoke, and Xia Fanhua had already slipped into the kitchen. Seeing his mother's expression of watching a play, he was speechless for a while, how could someone at such an age like this.

Taking a sneak peek at the scene in the living room, Xia Fuhua still couldn't help asking: "Mom, what's going on with that Fang Xin?"

He didn't even know anyone, but she was already so familiar with her, as if he knew her very well. He had seen a lot of hypocritical people like that.

Mrs. Xia kept her eyes on the living room. Although she was talking to Xia Fuhua, she didn't give him a single glance.

"How do I know? I came here with your Uncle Fang today and said that I was visiting your father. I didn't know how to say it later, so I called you back! Look at me, okay? She also knows that it's better to act first, so she won't have a chance." Mrs. Xia worshiped her own wisdom again.

Xia Fuhua was speechless, and his strange mother who dared to love him didn't know what was going on, so she called them back just like that.

Seeing that it was almost time, Mrs. Xia finally came out of the kitchen with a side of fruit salad, followed by Xia Fanhua.

"Qiqi, your favorite salad is ready." Mrs. Xia put a plate of fruit salad on the coffee table, inserted a small piece of apple with a fork in her hand, and fed it into An Qi's mouth.

"Thank you, auntie." An Qi said sweetly, it was like this every time, she really loved her auntie.

"Fang Xin, you can eat it too! The taste is not bad!" Mrs. Xia said to Fang Xin who was looking gloomy.

"Okay." Fang Xin forced a smile, then reached out and put a piece of fruit into her mouth with a fork, she couldn't tell what kind of emotion she was in at the moment.

The four people in the living room all had their own concerns, and chatted without saying a word. It was not until dinner was ready that someone went upstairs to the study and called the two of them down.

During the meal, Mrs. Xia sat at the main seat, Mrs. Xia and An Qixia Fanhua sat on the same side, and Fang Xin and her father sat opposite.

For An Qi, eating here is a very normal thing, she has never said that this is someone else's house, she should pay more attention when eating, she has never thought about it this way.

Therefore, at the whole dining table, An Qi was the most comfortable eating. Fang Xin was polite and wanted to make a good image in front of Xia Fuhua, so she didn't move her chopsticks much. As for Uncle Xia and Uncle Fang, I didn't know them. We talked about something upstairs. In short, when I looked around, I saw that Uncle Fang's expression was not very good, so he didn't move his chopsticks too much at the dining table.

An Qi watched her favorite stir-fried crayfish placed in front of Aunt Xia, and stretched out her chopsticks to pick it up, which seemed a bit difficult.