Mu Yi froze. He listened to Mu Qingya and was silent for a short while.
'Qingya is right. They are still sisters. Perhaps she will listen to Qingya?¹
But...
Thinking of Little Nine's temper, Mu Yi had some headache again and rubbed his temples.
"Qingya, don't go. Little Nine now has a grudge against me. I'm afraid it's a bit hard to deal with her."
Mu Qingya smiled and shook her head. "Father, don't worry. I know what to do, and I won't instigate a fight with my sister. After all, she is my sister and has suffered a lot of hardships over the years. So I should meet her."
Looking at Mu Qingya, who was so understanding, Mu Yi felt an ache in his heart, and with a bitter smile, he patted Mu Qingya's shoulder. "Qingya, I'm sorry. Little Nine has suffered a lot these years. I also want to do my part as a father to help her, but your grandmother, she..."
'Mother hated Little Nine, so it is a little difficult to make her accept Little Nine.'
