"Sis, Dad told me that from now on, we sisters should get along well. I swear, I will never hang out with Jing Qing again. From now on, I'll be your little sister! Your dear little sister!"
As Qin Mingzhu spoke, she looped her arm through Qin Mu's, looking smug and oh-so-genuine.
Today, Qin Mu wore a light grey shirt with a dark cashmere vest over it. She looked down at her slender arm, now invaded by another hand, and couldn't help feeling uncomfortable.
"What's gotten into you?"
Qin Mu murmured, her brows slightly furrowed.
"Crazy? How can you say that about your own sister? Remember, we both share Dad's blood. He's had Mom prepare a room for you at home, waiting for you to move back in. He even said he wouldn't recognize me as his daughter if I didn't get along with you. You've got to play along with me in this act for Dad, right? It won't do you any good if I get thrown out."
The way Qin Mingzhu said it… it sounded so real.
