Han Xiaowan stopped smiling. Tang Mo'er's words broke her innocent mask and she revealed a murderous expression. "Tang Mo'er, do you know why I hate you so much?"
"I know," Tang Mo'er nodded her head and shrugged. "Although we are stepsisters with different fathers, the same blood flows in our bodies to some extent. I've always been better than you in everything. If I was the beautiful flower, then you'd be the forgotten leaf. Of course you would be jealous and mad with envy. It's natural for you to hate me. I understand. That is why you're constantly coveting my things and trying to snatch them away."
Her dismissive manner was even more infuriating. Han Xiaowan clenched her fists tightly, her nails forming crescent moons in her palm, and her eyes burned with hatred. She hated Tang Mo'er whenever she behaved like this. She was incredibly arrogant just because she was the mayor's daughter.
