Little Nian Bai crouched at the entrance of the cave, with Jiang Xiaohui standing guard beside him.
Little Nian Bai looked at him, then at me, making no attempt to hide his hostility toward us.
Jiang Xiaohui wore a smile. "Brat, why are you looking at your dad and uncle like that?"
Jiang Xiaohui usually had a bad temper, but he was very patient with Little Nian Bai. Deep down, he still longed for family ties.
For some reason, the resurrected Jiang Xiaohui had lost much of his resentment. He seemed far more approachable than before.
Little Nian Bai said hatefully, "I don't have an uncle!" Jiang Xiaohui slapped him on the head, though not very hard. "What are you talking about? Isn't your uncle standing right in front of you?"
Little Nian Bai sneered. "Do you really think you're a person? You're just a clone made using his DNA."
Jiang Xiaohui's eyes widened. "Oh? You even know that?"
"I also know that, in order to keep him alive back then, his parents had you killed outright."
Jiang Xiaohui narrowed his eyes and looked at me. "Eldest Brother, how does this kid know everything? And why do I feel like he's trying to drive a wedge between us by saying this?"
He lowered his head and looked at Little Nian Bai again. "Kid, tell me honestly. Who taught you to say that?"
Little Nian Bai merely snorted coldly and did not answer his question.
I said calmly, "The person who wanted him to kill me. That person knew he might not be able to kill me, so he told him certain things and had him use them to sow discord between us. In short, that person is very sinister."
Jiang Xiaohui nodded. "And that person seems to know the old