"Sister, Auntie Li, considering Zhang Ma's age and how late it's getting, not to mention the freezing weather outside, if you don't mind, you can have my ginger soup; I've only taken a sip." Shangguan You's lips curved into a faint smile, feigning a sisterly demeanor as she handed the ginger soup to Shangguan Rou.
Shangguan Qing finished his ginger soup in one gulp and went straight upstairs, never having much to say about this mother and daughter. Moreover, with Mummy here, he knew the girl wouldn't be wronged, so he felt assured and naturally didn't want to linger around this pair.
"Sister," Shangguan Rou's lips stiffened. In the past, whenever she spoke up, Shangguan You would have Zhang Ma prepare something for her, but now she was being asked to drink her sister's leftovers—was this a slap in her face?
