"Don't worry, I'll take care of it." She assumed that Xuxu had lowered her head dejectedly from the thought of Third Yan bullying her since they were kids. Feeling sympathetic, she consoled her. "Grandmother and I dote on you the most and we will always support you."
As the saying goes, familiarity breeds fondness. Having been together for more than a decade, why hadn't they fallen in love with each other yet? Instead, they seemed to equally loathe the other.
Or could it be that love begets hate?
It couldn't go on like this—she had to use this opportunity to test the two of them. If they didn't have any feelings for each other, then she would persuade the old madam to give up on the hope they've held on to for so many years.
Not having met for more than a year, they naturally had a lot to catch up on. Nonetheless, she considered that Xuxu would be exhausted after the long flight, so she sent her upstairs to rest.
