"Xia Xi, mind your tone and language, I am your mother." It took Song Qin a while to regain her composure and she said this to Xia Xi quite brusquely.
"Whatever your attitude is, that's how I'll respond." Xia Xi walked over, stood in front of Xia Yue, looking at Song Qin and Xia Qing, and spoke.
Just having seen Xia Yue being scolded, looking like a pitiful mess, before she thought Xia Yue was exaggerating when she said she wasn't loved by her parents. From what she just saw, it was probably an understatement.
Xia Xi couldn't help but feel sympathetic towards this girl
"Xia Xi." Song Qin's tone racked up quite a bit as she called out.
"Are you wanting to call everyone in the house over, let them know why you guys are here?" Xia Xi said in a cold tone.
