"I just wanted to show him, so he knows I'm not lying."
Han Qian felt wronged, her eyes brimming with tears.
"You're just looking for trouble."
Han Xia crossed her arms and leaned back on the sofa, staring at the little girl standing in front of her. "Auntie knows your dad spoils you, but you can't let that make you spoiled."
"I'm not, I'm not spoiled! Auntie, you're mean, I don't want to talk to you anymore!"
The little girl stomped her foot, crying as she ran to her room.
"I think I heard Qianqian crying."
Han Bin walked into the living room, looking at his sister Han Xia.
"You can drop the 'I think'," Han Xia said without much expression, pointing to an old photograph on the coffee table. "Qianqian took your childhood photo to school..."
After recounting the whole incident of Han Qian fighting at school, Han Xia's face turned a bit grim. "Second brother, I know you spoil Qianqian, but can you please have some limits,
