"Why would you wear my sister's clothes?" her eldest brother chided unhappily before Xia Ningxing could speak.
Setting aside whether or not she was their savior, going back ten thousand steps, even if she really was, she shouldn't get too arrogant about it.
After all, she was only his savior, not theirs—there was no reason for his entire family to flatter her.
"I..." Liu Ying was about to say something when, hearing the noise, Mrs. Xia came over.
As soon as she saw her precious daughter's clothes on Liu Ying, her expression immediately changed, "Didn't I give you some clothes to change into? Why did you take Bao'er's clothes to wear again?"
Mrs. Xia, of course, didn't know that Liu Ying had found the clothes she provided too old-fashioned for her taste, so she chose not to wear them. Upon discovering more appealing clothes on the drying rack, she simply decided to wear them.
