Song Jinyue looked at Fu Qingwei with a pale little face. “Mom, believe me! It wasn’t me. I didn’t push her!”
Song Qianxi knelt on the ground, lifting her little face slightly as she gazed at Mo Churan with an aggrieved expression. “If my sister says she didn’t do it, then she didn’t. It’s all my fault. I wasn’t standing properly, so I somehow tumbled down the stairs. Ow! Brother Churan, it hurts so much!”
Mo Churan put an arm around her, his face full of concern. “Don’t worry, Xixi. I’ll get justice for you!” Then he glared viciously at Song Jinyue. “Hurry over and apologize to Xixi!”
Song Jinyue stared stubbornly at Mo Churan. “I didn’t push her! Why should I apologize?”
Fu Qingwei had a headache from listening to them argue. She held her forehead, her expression dark. “Why are you all shouting? It’s not like we don’t have security cameras!”
Fu Qingwei glanced coolly at Song Qianxi, who had lowered her head guiltily at the mention of the cameras. Tsk, she’d wondered why the tea smelled so strong when Aunt Zhang hadn’t brewed any today. Turns out a Biluochun spirit had taken human form!
She gave her son a disdainful glance too. Tsk! Was this brainless fool really hers? Maybe it was time to have another one. Mo Sili, standing nearby, immediately lit up. Honey, honey, look at me! Fu Qingwei rolled her eyes. Get lost! By another one, I mean the one in our future daughter-in-law’s belly. Pfft! You shameless old thing! Mo Sili curled up in the corner, looking pitiful. My wife doesn’t love me anymore~
I’m terrible at writing introductions, so please head to the main story.
