Having lived under someone else's roof for so many years, Li Wen had developed an exceptional ability to read people. She knew that probably no one here dared to mess with Yang Yajing.
Even her eccentric parents probably have to give her face.
Maybe this business card... really will be my lifeline?
At this moment, Li Wen's adoptive parents also saw her chatting with Yang Yajing, so they came over excitedly.
Li Wen's adoptive mother was a sharp-eyed person who had been keeping an eye on Li Wen's shoes, worried that her big feet would ruin her little daughter's shoes.
By now she could see that she had changed her shoes, and they were a pair of fashionable shoes that looked expensive.
Perhaps because she'd gotten used to scolding her, she didn't even consider that Yang Yajing was present, and blurted out, "Spending money recklessly again? You secretly bought new shoes? These shoes look pretty expensive! You have so much allowance, why don't you give some to your sister? Such extravagance!"
"Mom...I didn't..."
"Where are your sister's shoes?" Before Li Wen could say anything, her adoptive mother started searching everywhere for the shoes. Finally, she found the bag containing the shoes by the corner of the table. "Do you know how expensive your sister's shoes are? How could you not cherish them! Who told you to throw them away like that?"
"Auntie, I threw these shoes away!" Yang Yajing finally spoke up.
"What 'auntie'? Who are you? What kind of ridiculous look is that? Who told you to meddle and throw things at me..." She had barely looked up when she saw that it was Yang Yajing who was speaking, and immediately put on a smiling face, "Oh! It's Miss Yang? Nice to meet you, nice to meet you!"
"Nice to meet you? Not really! I was treated like trash the moment we met!" Yang Yajing's lips curled into a half-smile, making it impossible to guess her thoughts.
"Oh dear! It's just that I couldn't keep my mouth shut, Miss Yang, please forgive me, please forgive me?" The woman's flattery was obvious.
"Auntie, are you from Northeast China?" Yang Yajing asked, feigning curiosity.
"Huh? No, no! I'm from Jincheng!"
"Doesn't seem like it?" Yang Yajing looked at Zhou Pengfei with a doubtful expression. "Shouldn't people who love to eat garlic anytime, anywhere be from Northeast China?"
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