“Okay.” Jiang Anxia nodded obediently in response.

Upon seeing this, Song Lanhua stood up, left Jiang Anxia's room, and closed the door behind her.

"Mom, how is Xiaxia?" Zhou Laidi asked hurriedly as she saw Song Lanhua come out of her younger sister's room.

"It's alright, go about your business!" Song Lanhua waved her hand, indicating that there was no need to worry.

"Did the little sister say why she was going out?" No wonder Zhou Laidi was so nervous.

When she married Jiang Zhuohua, Jiang Anxia was only nine years old. She basically raised Jiang Anxia like a daughter. (Jiang's mother: What, you want to take my daughter away from me? That's impossible.)

“It’s that little hussy Jiang Xiaohua.” Song Lanhua said this through gritted teeth.

"Sigh! I told you she had ulterior motives, but my little sister wouldn't listen." Zhou Laidi had considered her at first, but then thought it was impossible and blocked her again.

"Alright, Jiang Xiaohua is no good. Keep an eye on Xiaxia from now on and don't let her associate with Jiang Xiaohua." Song Lanhua clearly didn't want to talk about this anymore.

"Okay, fine." Zhou Laidi didn't care about Jiang's mother's attitude at all; she was already used to it.

She knew her mother-in-law's personality very well; what she did today wasn't directed at her at all, but at Jiang Xiaohua.

"Go on with your work!" Seeing that Zhou Laidi wasn't asking any more questions, Jiang's mother frowned and walked towards the main room.

Lying in her room, Jiang Anxia listened to the voices coming from the courtyard, feeling a warm glow in her heart.

Since her parents passed away, very few people have cared about her like this anymore.

She made up her mind that from now on, Mr. and Mrs. Jiang would be her family, and she would take good care of them for the original owner of this body.