"I hope you truly know you were wrong,"
the old lady criticized, "Make another mistake, and I'll have Qiaoqiao come and stay with us."
"That could work," Lu Shiran muttered softly.
The old lady was initially maintaining her elder's dignity, but when she heard Lu Shiran's comment, she immediately lost her composure.
"If you like having a little sister that much, tell your mother to give birth to one for you, so you won't keep longing for someone else's sister."
Lu Shiran pouted: "Even though she's my cousin, she's still a sister, so why wouldn't she be my sister."
"Alright, alright, she's your sister too," the old lady purposely said. "It's perfect since someone doesn't like his sister; we might as well give her to you."
Lu Jingzhi's face showed a mixture of emotions; he didn't dare to retort, knowing his argument was weak.
Lu Zhanxing grumbled unhappily, "Qiaoqiao is my sister, you stay out of it."
