Xia Lihua's face became gloomy.
She had to deal with Xia Sirong.
Entering the kitchen, she placed the takeout packet she had brought for Old Master Xia on the table and turned to face her aunt.
Xia Sirong squeezed out a smile. "Your grandpa will also join. Why don't you sit down first?"
Xia Lihua glanced at the dishes on the table. There were quite a few.
Then she glanced at Xia Sirong with a cold, piercing look. "Don't you think you're a little too eager to feed us?"
Xia Sirong's smile faltered, replaced by confusion. "What do you mean?"
What did Xia Lihua know?
Xia Lihua didn't respond immediately. Instead, she moved closer to her aunt.
Thwack!
She delivered a sharp slap to Xia Sirong's right cheek. The force of the blow sent Xia Sirong staggering backward, nearly knocking her off her feet.
