Upstairs, Xu Zi was confronting Xia Yi.
Just as Ye Ranran had expected, Xu Zi was not showing a pleasant face to Xia Yi. As soon as Xia Yi opened the door, she raised the tray in her hands to his face, "Here, eat."
Her tone was like she was giving alms to a beggar.
Xia Yi lazily glanced at her and turned to walk inside, "Bring it in."
His tone was haughty, as if he was commanding a servant.
Xu Zi's face twisted with anger, "How dare you order me around? Do you know who I am?"
"The auntie bringing me stuff, who else could it be?" Xia Yi replied as he returned to his desk, sat down, and picked up a book to continue reading.
The attitude was more hurtful than a disdain.
"I am your older sister-in-law, no, I am the mistress of this house." Xu Zi slammed the tray down on the table, causing the bowl to shake and the vegetables inside to splash out.
"So what?" Xia Yi did not even look up.
