The aggressive words, filled with thick jealousy, were hurled mercilessly at Xiyan.
Xiyan innocently blinked her eyes, "Who am I, and what qualifications do I have? You can ask your brother those two questions and see how he answers."
Qiao Qianmo seemed to realize that her jealousy had caused her to lose her composure earlier.
She let out a cold laugh, crossing her arms and sneering at Xiyan, "Let me say it again—he's not my real brother. We don't share any blood relation!"
"So what? What are you trying to say? Are you saying that since you're not related to him by blood, you like Ou Jue and want to compete with me for him?" Xiyan was completely calm.
