"I was just showing him so he would know I wasn't lying."
Han Qian felt wronged, her eyes brimming with tears.
"You're just making trouble out of nothing."
Han Xia sat back on the sofa, arms folded, staring at the little girl standing in front of her: "Auntie knows your dad spoils you, but you can't let that make you all willful and spoiled."
"I'm not, I'm not spoiled! Auntie, you're mean, I don't want to talk to you anymore!"
The little girl stomped her foot, crying as she ran to her own room.
"I think I heard Qianqian crying."
Han Bin walked into the living room, looking over at his younger sister Han Xia.
"You can go ahead and drop the 'I think.'" Han Xia's face didn't show any expression. She pointed to an old photo she'd placed on the coffee table and said, "Qianqian took your childhood photo to school…"
