Zhao Yuan's expression immediately darkened. "Bai Lin, is this how you talk to your mother?"
Bai Lin asked, "What's the point of talking about blood relations? It's boring." With that, she turned around to leave.
Bai Xi stopped her.
The snake attacks these few days had made Bai Xi, who was afraid of snakes, slowly adapt to it.
She suppressed the discomfort in her heart and gave Bai Lin a flattering smile. "Jiejie, can you ask Aunt Fang to tell us how to get rid of the smell?"
Bai Lin smiled playfully. "She's right in front of you. You can just ask her directly. Why are you talking to me?"
Bai Xi tightened her fists, her fingertips piercing into her palms.
She did not know if Bai Lin really did not understand or if she was just pretending.
