Mu Lingxi stood at the door, hands tucked behind her back.
Spotting her, Mu Lin gritted her teeth and spat out, "Lingxi!" The sweet side of Mu Lin that Yang Wei had grown accustomed to vanished, replaced by a more upset and unfriendly side.
Calmly flinging one of her pigtails back, Mu Lingxi retorted, "It seems you've forgotten you're the junior here, Lin'er." She glared at Mu Lin, adding, "If not, you wouldn't dare call my name in such a disrespectful manner."
Mu Lin's teeth-gritting intensified, and her chopsticks snapped in her grasp. Her fists tightened—enough to look like she'd punch her Senior Sister in the face the first chance she got.
Yang Wei gently placed a hand on Mu Lin's left hand, calming her down.
The two Mu clan daughters together in one room, and then there's me... This won't end well.
