"On that topic Sis, how did you get help from the rich French person? I heard that you were sold off by Uncle… could it be thanks to some dirty deal?"
Mu Qiqi panicked slightly, but she still managed to keep her appearance calm. "You got what you want. We both know who gave Grandma the medicine that killed her—and yet I'm the one who left the Mu family. What more do you want?"
"I just want you to keep 'protecting' me! Either way, you're staying beneath my shadow all your life!"
Mu Qiqi looked at Mu Tangxue's confident face, handily lifted her own bowl of porridge and pressed it over Mu Tangxue's head. The sticky contents began to flow down along her head…
Naturally, the bowl was not too hot since Mu Qiqi already had a few spoonfuls.
"How dare you…"
"Come on, Mu Tangxue. Pull all those tricks you love—I'm waiting!"
