"What do you mean by that?" Old Mrs. Xi furrowed her brows.
Tianxin found her chance to step in. She questioned immediately, "Xinghe, what are you trying to say here? Are you blaming Auntie? Do you mean to say it is Auntie's fault that you haven't been to visit Lin Lin for the past three years?"
Of course, Old Mrs. Xi, who hadn't been given a scolding her entire life, was pricked by Tianxin's careful twisting of Xinghe's words.
She stood up, pointed her finger directly at Xinghe and said, "Xia Xinghe, you'd better make yourself clear. What exactly did you mean?"
"Mrs. Xi really wants me to lay it out?" Xinghe said softly in return. Simultaneously, she heard someone's footsteps from the door behind her.
The footsteps were soft but she knew it was Mubai's.
For some reason, so many years later, she could still pick out the sound of his footsteps instantly.
She knew it was him the moment she heard them.
