Xue Ling's expression turned grim.
He had only entertained a few guests, yet his own backyard was already on fire!
The little golden canary he had hidden away had been dragged out into the open!
"Ling'er!" Madam Xue wiped her tears and stood up, holding Xue Mianmian tightly. "This is your sister, Mianmian!"
Xue Ling stared at Xue Mianmian with a sinister gaze, smiling coldly as he enunciated every word: "Sister Mianmian?"
Xue Mianmian had long been terrified of him.
She dared not meet his gaze, lowering her head and timidly shrinking behind Madam Xue.
Xue Ling ground his teeth, his tone dripping with sarcasm: "Mother, I only have Qingqing as my real sister. Where did this 'Sister Mianmian' come from?"
