As Miao Xuanxuan looked at him expectantly, Song Xiaodong grinned and said, "You just said Qingqing was with me two years ago, which means she and I were close. Why would I share our private matters with you?"
Miao Xuanxuan blinked and replied, "If you tell me, I wouldn't let you do it for nothing."
"Oh? What can you offer me?" The smile on Song Xiaodong's face grew thicker.
"Think about it, I'm her sister, so I know a lot about her. If you want to know something about her, can't I just tell you? Plus, if you like something special, like bras or panties, I can steal them for you."
"Pfft…" Song Xiaodong couldn't help but feel defeated by Miao Xuanxuan's words. "You seem to be really setting your sister up."
Miao Xuanxuan tilted her chin up and said, "Sisters are there to be used, right? Who made her let me take the blame for her."
