"Child, listen to Mother. Your birth mother is open and aboveboard with others. She definitely won't teach your younger sister to be like that." Mu Qingya declared with certainty, "Even if she resents our Mu Clan, she will definitely not transfer this hatred to your younger sister and have her bear all this."
"Mother, don't speak on her behalf anymore. I have seen clearly these years and know what kind of person she is." Mu Xingchen sneered.
"You!" Mu Qingya stomped her foot in anger, and she grumpily plopped back down on her chair.
Mu Xingchen turned and bowed to her. "Mother, since Younger Sister greatly resents our Mu Clan right now, put off telling this to Father and Grandpa. Wait until I bring her back."
Mu Qingya turned to glare at her son. "How can I do that? This is such an important matter. Your dad must know, but we can put off telling your Grandpa."
"Okay then, I'll have to trouble Mother with this."
