"Is there something you need?" Ye Xiwen stared coldly at the two people before her, making no effort to hide her unwelcome attitude.
"Can't I come chat with my sister if there's nothing wrong?" Her face showed aggrieved emotions, as if Ye Xiwen had done something terribly wrong to her, "Sister, ever since you returned that day, we've had no chance to have a proper talk."
"Is it necessary?" Ye Xiwen sneered, "I thought you wouldn't be keen on talking to me." After all, their feud was not new.
Although she had long since forgotten about it.
"How could that be?" Ye Xirou smiled and advanced two steps further, "We are blood sisters." After all, they shared the same father's blood.
If it wasn't for her staying in the Ye Family, which was an eyesore, she wouldn't bother with her at all.
A flash of cold mockery crossed her face, but the smile on her lips remained gentle and shallow.
