"Don't you think that they are being way too welcoming?" Mo Qiang remarked as she walked out of their aunt's house. Though she didn't say it directly, Mo Xifeng knew what her sister meant by those words.
She glanced at Mo Qiang and said to her, "If you want to complain—"
"Oh, I am complaining," snapped Mo Qiang as she ground her molars until they were about to grind into dust. "I mean. I admit that I might have done some things that offended them but don't you think it was too much of them to treat me like I was some mutated cockroach that just won't die? Did you see the way that mer looked at me? If he had a shoe big enough to squash me, I am telling you, he would have done that!"
