Song Jiaqi stuck her tongue out at her, "So you better give up, men don't like women without curves."
"You... you... you're picking on me!" Whatever else she said, Song Xiaoxi could always retort, but for this, she had no comeback.
Song Xiaoxi looked down at herself, feeling utterly dejected, ugh! Development doesn't happen until teenage years.
Oh heavens, it's still so far away.
She's going to be mocked by Song Dabao forever! Darn it!
"Have you eaten tonight? Want some more? I can cook some noodles."
"No!" Song Xiaoxi sat on the sofa, hugging her arms, "I'm already full with anger!"
"Really."
Song Jiaqi didn't give it much thought, tossed her handbag onto the single sofa, and headed straight to the kitchen, "Then I'll have to keep making you angry in the future, saves the family some rice."
"... Hey! Song Dabao, am I even your biological daughter? Do you have to mistreat your daughter like this?"
