Her words made Xi Muchen slightly stunned, his surprised gaze falling on her angry yet composed little face.
"I mean, the letter that Xia An'an sent to my dad," Xia Wanwan said. "Resend it."
Xi Muchen's eyes rested on Xia Wanwan's face, and she also looked up at him, blinking her eyes at him.
Looking at her sly smile, Xi Muchen suddenly laughed, "What a cunning little fox."
"That's only because this old fox taught me," Xia Wanwan said with a hum and a smile.
From the time she began to deal with Xia Zhenghong, she had insisted on handling things herself, but in fact, Xi Muchen had still helped her quite a lot. She wanted to confront Xia Zhenghong on her own, but that didn't mean she would pettishly refuse Xi Muchen's kindness. Besides these assists, the key point was that Xi Muchen had taught her a lot.
So, if she was a cunning little fox, then Xi Muchen must surely be that even more cunning old fox!
"What about the one for mom?" she asked.
