Zhao Meimei had filled her stomach with roast lamb at her Brother Yangyang's house, and when she returned home, she was still carrying half a lamb leg that Shi Yang's mother had packed for her.
Liu Xiue saw Zhao Meimei eating and taking things, and she scolded her with a stern face, "How many times have I told you not to take things from others?"
Zhao Meimei retorted, "Brother Yangyang is not just anybody."
Liu Xiue glared at Zhao Meimei, "You're always so talkative every day."
Zhao Meimei shifted her gaze, bit her lip, and looked at the sunlight partly covered by the tin shed on the ground.
She had a clear line in her heart; those who treated her well and were close to her were her own people, and those who didn't were outsiders. She sorted everyone she knew into two categories, one left and one right, with clear calculations in her mind.
Brother Yangyang was so good to her; how could he be an outsider?
He must be considered her own.
