Deng Ying's words were unacceptable to Sang Yue. She had meant well, trying to help the sisters resolve their conflict. 'How did I end up in the line of fire?'
Feeling wronged, Sang Yue pouted deeply.
Deng Ying couldn't be bothered with her and dragged her little sister into the room.
After closing the door firmly, Deng Ying told her sister to stop crying, her expression serious.
"I don't want you to be a child who can't tell right from wrong, Deng Xuan. I'm asking you one last time: would you rather go home and suffer, or would you rather stay with me? If you choose the former, I can ask Boss Shen to send you back. If you choose the latter, I will take care of you until you're grown up."
Deng Xuan had thrown a tantrum and now had no energy left to cry or shout. She sat on the edge of the bed, her small hands twisting together.
She looked plaintively at Deng Ying. "Sister, why do we have to be separated? Can't we live together as a family, just like before?"
