Transmigrating into a book: You are a cannon fodder, but you have to run away

For the next period of time, Mo Ling stayed at home and drew comics conscientiously.

What she had to do was to save her manuscripts during the summer vacation, because she didn't need to do summer homework due to her transfer to another school.

After all, once school starts, she will have to curl up, and by then, she may not have much time to draw comics.

While she was still immersed in the joy of drawing comics, the Qin family who were traveling abroad finally returned home.

The more than 20-day vacation brought smiles to everyone’s face in the Qin family.

When they got out of the car, opened the door and walked into the villa, Xu Jingya frowned slightly.

The villa had not been cleaned for more than 20 days, and a thin layer of dust had fallen on it. The originally bright furniture also became a little gray.

"This damn girl is so lazy that she doesn't even clean the place?"

Xu Jingya looked at the dust on the furniture with an angry look on her face.

"Qin Duoyu, Qin Duoyu, where have you been, you damned girl? Why don't you get off now?"

Xu Jingya is a noble and elegant lady outside, but at home, when facing Qin Yuyue, she is like a different person.

She left her polite and kind side to outsiders and left all her bad temper to Qin Duoyu.

Her sharp, slightly cracked voice echoed throughout the villa.

But from beginning to end, the timid girl with a flattering look never showed up.

"This damn girl has grown up, and she still dares not to respond?"

Qin Duoyu did not show up, Xu Jingya's face looked unhappy, and Qin Xinrui's face looked unhappy too.

She had gone to her room before and found that her room was also covered with dust.

Her favorite silk summer quilt was also covered with dust, which made her very unhappy.

She had clearly told Qin Duoyu before.

Her room must be cleaned on time every day, especially the silk summer quilt, which must be handled with care and washed every three days.

Please wash by hand, not machine wash.

But now, seeing the dust on Xia Liang's quilt, she felt a surge of anger in her heart.

"Mom, did my sister deliberately not clean the house because we didn't take her on vacation?"

At this moment, the Qin family had not yet realized the seriousness of the problem and still believed that the girl they had captured was still under their control.

"Humph, she should be grateful that I gave birth to her and didn't abandon her. What right does she have to be dissatisfied?"

Xu Jingya doesn't like her daughter from the bottom of her heart.

A child that was not expected in the first place had to be born.

What's more, how much pain did she suffer when she was pregnant with her?

She even almost died in childbirth.

This made her dislike her daughter even more.

When Xu Jingya thought of the cesarean section scar on her belly, she disliked Qin Duoyu even more.

If it weren't for her, how could she have been left with this ugly scar?

"Call and tell that damn girl to come back."

Xu Jingya originally wanted to sit on the sofa, but the dust on the sofa made her, who had a mild obsession with mysophobia, lack the courage to sit down.

Qin Xinrui saw Xu Jingya's disgust, but she pretended not to see it, picked up her phone and started calling Qin Yuyu.

Beep beep beep.....

----Hello, the number you dialed is invalid.

"Mom, the number is unavailable."

Qin Xinrui thought she had dialed the wrong number, so she looked at it several times. After confirming that it was Qin Yidu's number, she called it several more times, but each time it was an empty number.