"Nai, it was the Little Aunt who struck first. She wanted to tear my mouth apart, and besides, it wasn't me who took the Little Aunt's things. During Qixi, it was Qingqing who took the Little Aunt's things!"
Though shifting the blame isn't very noble, remembering how often Mu Qingqing gossiped and badmouthed her, Mu Shuangshuang found it easy and natural to do so.
"Mom, look at her..." Mu Xiangxiang sat on the ground and began to roll around.
Her plain white clothes were instantly ruined.
Yet despite this, Old Mrs. Mu didn't scold Mu Xiangxiang. Instead, she held the now-dirty Mu Xiangxiang with pity.
"Don't bother with that stinky girl. Let's go home, and I'll make you something delicious."
For once, Old Mrs. Mu didn't want to rip Mu Shuangshuang's mouth.
Perhaps she cared too much for Mu Xiangxiang, preferring to let Mu Shuangshuang go rather than see Mu Xiangxiang cry so miserably alone.
"No, I won't..." Mu Xiangxiang kept crying.
