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Su Chaoxi's expression darkened, "What do you mean by that?"
Sister Qin's disdain was undisguised, "What do I mean, don't you know very well yourself? Before, when the child touched your food, you slapped her without a second word, and now you're pretending to be all decent? If you ask me, people should have some shame, children are not tools for you to exploit for your own benefit!"
As she spoke, Sister Qin reached out and snatched the cake from Su Chaoxi's hands.
No sooner had she grabbed it back than she saw a small figure darting over and pushing Sister Qin aside.
It was Xie Mizhi.
The little girl was as delicate as a doll, with long hair like black silk cascading down her back.
The normally elegant and quiet young lady was now red-faced with anger, glaring at Sister Qin.
Sister Qin was taken aback, she had never expected the little girl to dare lay hands on her.
Xie Mizhi huffed and positioned herself protectively behind Su Chaoxi, like a fluffy little kitten.
