I held my aching head.
I definitely could have slept longer.
But it was too noisy in the room, with arguments breaking out every so often.
How could I possibly rest properly in that kind of environment?
Hearing the racket again, I was forced to cut short my slumber. The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was my precious Yangyang straddling and beating up another one of my daughters.
I nearly choked and passed out on the spot.
The reality was that by the time I spoke my first words, the two had already separated. I'd only caught the tail end of it.
Yangyang had turned back into a person and stood obediently by the bed with her little hands behind her back, as if she were reflecting on her actions.
Ye Ranxing turned her head away and folded her arms, pretending to be mature. Then, out of the corner of her eye, she noticed one of her wings hanging limp and fell silent.
That wing was looking a little threadbare.
She should have been disdainful of Ye Xiaoyao.
But faced with that voice, she still instinctively didn't dare answer too loudly... A fear had welled up in her heart entirely on instinct.
She was secretly berating herself for being such a coward.
She's just the person who gave birth to you. What are you afraid of?
Ye Qingxian is your mother. A nobody like Ye Xiaoyao, the cat, couldn't possibly have any bloodline suppression over you.
The room gradually fell silent.
My head hurt a little as I slowly got to my feet. "Answer me. What exactly are you doing?"
This time,
I wasn't merely puzzled. My voice was already edged with anger.
Ye Zhaoxuan was still holding her mother's hand.
When I stood up, she