Song Sizhi's gaze lazily wandered towards Xi Xiuzhe.
Her faint and lingering look carried a certain depth.
She raised her hand and took a bite of the apple.
With her left hand, she slowly placed a small scalpel on the table behind her.
The crisp crunching sound spread from her lips to every corner of the living room.
"Since ancient times, only a loving mother would taste poison for her child. If Mr. Xi calls me mom, I might consider it."
Song Sizhi held an air of superiority.
With her legs crossed, she appeared somewhat like a female ruffian.
Her clean, shoulder-length short hair was casually tied into a ponytail at the back.
She looked at Xi Xiuzhe with an effortless demeanor, hinting at some difficulty.
And what about Xi Xiuzhe?
He let out a cold chuckle, his message carried with a hint of disdain. His thin lips slightly parted, and he spat out a word that shocked everyone: "Mom!"
Jiang Muwan: ...
Gu Jiangnian: ...
Xiao Yanli: ...
Song Sishen: ...
What is this?
