''And did mother love him too?'' Han Jian Yu asked.
Mia sat up straight and she glanced at his face, ''Who are you calling mother?"
''Your mother,'' he blinked.
She narrowed her eyes, ''Why are you addressing my mother as yours?"
''When did I?"
''You… You just did,'' She was speechless. She had never been rendered speechless like this in a row before.
''Oh, the you was silent,'' He flicked his forehead, ''Dummy.''
Mia's mouth opened and closed and not a single word came out of it. Dummy…. He called her dummy. ''You are dummy, your sister dummy,'' She glared at him.
Han Jian Yu chuckled and pulled her back into his arms.
''My mother was very powerful and very prideful…''
''So, you got this from her, my little fox?" He interrupted her while playing with her hair.
