"Mom." Xia Moer was quite displeased to see Mother Xia scolding her.
"What a spoiled attitude you're showing again."
Mother Xia said with a headache, her daughter was good in every other aspect, except for her bad temper.
"Mom, you don't know how unreasonable Zi Chen has been. I twisted my ankle and he actually called another man to carry me." Xia Moer threw a throw pillow from the couch in exasperation.
Mother Xia was taken aback, "He asked another man to carry you?"
"Yes." Xia Moer nodded, looking pitiful.
"How could you even admit that? Did you really twist your ankle?" Mother Xia gave her a stern glance, recognising her clumsy tactic, let alone Zi Chen.
Xia Moer blinked guiltily, "I..."
"Really, I don't know what to say about you. Look at your foot, there's no swelling, no bruising, not even the slightest anomaly. How does it look like an injury?"
"I'm injured on the inside." Xia Moer made this weak argument, her voice growing fainter towards the end.
