"Sister, you won't blame me, will you? I'm young and don't know how to speak properly," Zhong Yin said in her usual meek and fragile manner, making it seem as if she had been wronged despite Zhong Lan doing nothing at all.
Mr. Zhong, Zhong Huaiwen, already had a look of distress on his face: "Lan'er, don't be mad at your sister, she's younger than you."
"Did I say anything?" Zhong Lan looked at her father expressionlessly.
Zhong Huaiwen's face turned somewhat awkward, and he stopped talking after touching his nose.
"How much younger is she? Barely half a year younger than me! If she can't speak properly, then she shouldn't speak at all. She should reflect behind closed doors and let the nanny teach her some manners. Although I am a First-rank Marchioness, I am also her legitimate sister. I can let it go, but outside, no one will indulge her," Zhong Lan snorted coldly, saying she usually couldn't be bothered to argue with Zhong Yin, but who asked her to provoke her at this time.
