"Ma'am, you've misunderstood, she's not my daughter," the middle-aged man quickly interjected.
The woman also paused in surprise.
"She isn't? Surely this young lady didn't come to take the train by herself, did she?"
The commotion here had already attracted the attention of the passengers across the aisle; amidst the clatter of the train, they all watched the unfolding scene.
The fashionable woman said to Chiang Xiao, "Little girl, could you lend your cup to the little brother to play with for a bit?"
Chiang Xiao shook her head, "I'm sorry, I can't."
If it were a regular cup, Chiang Xiao wouldn't mind whether it could break or not, but in truth, she had no intention of indulging someone else's child with her belongings.
Besides, her cup was worth more than a thousand ordinary cups on the market.
Not expecting such a direct refusal, the fashionable woman's face immediately showed some displeasure.
