"I have a clear conscience." Lan Xin Ai curled her lips, her tone extremely calm.
Xi Yemo hugged her.
...
Evening.
The dining room was very silent, and no one touched the dishes on the table.
Lan Xin Ai took a sip of milk, turned to Xi Yuran: "Little Ran, is there something on my face?"
Xi Yuran had been staring at her since she came down for dinner, his expression very obvious.
"Shameless." Xi Yuran cursed stiffly, but his voice was hard, clearly uncomfortable even as he insulted her.
"Xi Yuran."
Xi Yemo placed his chopsticks heavily on the table.
"What, do you want to hit me? Go ahead, beat me to death, anyway, grandma has also become a vegetable."
Xi Yuran puffed out his chest and leaned towards Xi Yemo.
Xi Yemo didn't raise his hand but stared at his face: "When did you become so childish, lacking any sense of judgment."
"I don't want any judgment, I only believe what everyone says."
