Song Xiaodong looked at the person standing, then at the one in his arms, suddenly realizing a problem.
The one standing should be Miao Xuanxuan, while the one he had forcefully pulled into his arms was clearly Miao Qingqing.
He let go with a swoosh of his hands, then raised them high, saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I thought you were Xuanxuan."
Miao Qingqing jumped out of Song Xiaodong's arms in an instant, her face ashen as she glared at Song Xiaodong, then gritted her teeth and said, "You shameless bastard."
Song Xiaodong gave a bitter smile and said, "I really thought you were..."
"You thought what?" Miao Xuanxuan suddenly interrupted Song Xiaodong loudly, hands on hips, eyes glaring as she shouted, "Well, Song Xiaodong you bastard, you beast, how dare you take liberties with my sister, to think I trusted you so much, let you into my house, even into my room, ah, you've gone mad, you even watched such disgusting movies on my computer, shameless, utterly shameless!"
