"ARE you planning to do something about it?" Mo Jian added, lifting her chin arrogantly. "Knowing you, you probably won't. Which is a good thing. It's not like Dad will believe you anyway."
"Yes, yes, you have our have our father wrapped around your little finger," Mo Jiu said with no emotion in his voice, showing that he really didn't care about what the others said.
Mo Jian appeared smug as if enjoying what the other said. "You know, dear brother, if you just change your attitude a bit, Dad would surely treat you the way he treats me. Try acting spoiled, rely on him, he likes that. Oh, that probably still won't work since you don't look like our dead mother like I do."
