Mu Mian stood up awkwardly.
Xue Ye, with a large hand, hooked her back onto the sofa and provocatively looked at Gong Heng, "Gong Heng, Mu Mian is not your biological sister, and she's already eighteen. Don't you think you're being a bit too controlling?"
Gong Heng glanced at him and continued to smile elegantly, "I promised my father that I would take good care of her; I cannot break my word."
Xue Ye crossed his legs and dangled a cigar from his mouth, "Your father is already in a vegetative state, half-dead. Besides, Mu Mian's cousin is also here. Compared to you, an unrelated brother by marriage, her own cousin surely has more right to take care of her, doesn't he?"
"Him?" He pointed carelessly yet accurately at Mu Qing, and gazed at him with elegance, "Do you want to take care of Mianmian?"
