"Give up" An Qi sneered, looked at her with a look of disdain, and said: "Even Yan Xiyao didn't dare to say such a thing, what kind of confidence did you use to dare to say that?"

"You" Fang Xin was extremely angry, she didn't expect An Qi to speak like this, and she didn't plan that she would give up because of her words, but she didn't expect her to say such tough words.

"You are not qualified to be my opponent yet" Angel said clearly word by word, like a person like her, Angel really didn't take her seriously

The living room was filled with gunsmoke, Xia Fanhua had already slipped into the kitchen, looking at his mother with a look of watching a play, and was speechless for a while, how could people of such an age still like this.

Sneaking a glance at the scene in the living room, Xia Fanhua couldn't help but ask, "Mom, what's going on with that person named Fang Xin?"

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

Mrs. Xia's eyes kept staring at the living room, although she was talking to Xia Fanhua while talking, she didn't give him a straight look.

"How do I know, I came with your Uncle Fang today, saying that I was visiting your father, and then I didn't know how to say it, so I talked about you, so I called you back, you look at me, okay, and I know that the first strike is strong, so she won't have a chance." Mrs. Xia once again admired her wisdom.

Xia Fanhua was speechless, daring to love his strange mother didn't know what was going on, so she called them back.

Seeing that the time was about the same, Mrs. Xia finally came out of the kitchen with a fruit salad on the side, and Xia Fanhua followed behind.

"Kiki, 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 to Angel's mouth.

"Thank you, aunt." Angel said sweetly, every time it's like this, I really love my aunt to death.

"Fang Xin, you can also take it and eat it, it tastes okay," Mrs. Xia said to Fang Xin, who had a gloomy face on the side.

"Okay." Fang Xin smiled reluctantly, and also reached out and put a piece of fruit in her mouth with a fork, unable to tell what kind of emotions she was in at the moment.

The four people in the living room, all with their own hearts, had a word without saying a word, and it was not until dinner was ready that they were asked to go upstairs to the study and call the two of them down.

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

For Angel, eating here is a normal thing, I have never said that this is in someone else's house, and I should pay more attention when eating, I have never thought about it like this.

So on the whole dining table, it is also Anqi who eats the most freely, Fang Xin is polite, and wants to leave a good image in front of Xia Fanfan, so he has not moved chopsticks much, as for Uncle Xia and Uncle Fang, I don't know what they talked about upstairs, in short, it seems that Uncle Fang's expression is not very good, so at the dining table, he did not move chopsticks too much.

Angel watched her favorite fried crayfish put it in front of Aunt Xia, and stretched out her chopsticks to clip it, as if it was a little difficult.