Song Xiaoyu hung her head, her pale lips bearing fresh bite marks, as she said weakly, "Of course, Sister can wear it..."
The staff member couldn't stand it anymore, "Xiaoyu's mother, aren't you being too much? The clothes that Youran gave to Xiaoyu, you have the nerve to ask for them for your oldest daughter to wear?"
Song Hui, fearing that Tian Xiaoe was making a show of power as she usually did and forgot there were cameras in the yard, promptly scolded her sternly, "What's wrong with you? Isn't Xiaoyu our daughter? Even if Xiao Hua is sick, you can't give all the good things only to Xiao Hua!"
The staff member gave Song Hui an unexpected look, not anticipating there'd be someone sensible in the family.
