Su Qinglan narrowed her eyes at the tall, fox-faced woman.
That sharp tone, that biting sneer, where did all this hostility even come from? She had just come out for a morning walk, not to pick a fight.
But the way her words dripped with venom, as if merely breathing the same air was offensive… It wasn't a coincidence.
Su Qinglan frowned. Wait… Sister Mei?
She dug through the messy pile of the original owner's memories. They were like a chest full of tangled weeds, but the more she pulled, the clearer the shape became.
Ah. So that was it.
This "Sister Mei" wasn't just any tribe female. She was her half-sister. Same mother, but different father.
And of course...what a coincidence, her father wasn't anyone impressive. Just an ordinary three-striped beastman. Decent enough, but not strong like her father, who was a tribe leader.
Su Qinglan's lips twitched. Oh, she got it now. No wonder this woman was practically frothing at the mouth every time she looked at her.
