Ye Zhaoxuan had never met anyone so shameless.
When a goody-goody ran into someone who played by their own rules, it was like punching cotton. One little thing was enough to leave them turning in circles, feeling wronged.
"Ye Xiaoyao, are you going to do anything about your daughter? Didn't you see her hit me just now?" Sure enough, Ye Ranxing was the first to complain.
Tears were already welling in Ye Zhaoxuan's eyes.
I took a closer look and, sure enough, saw a handprint on Ranxing's left cheek.
Ye Ranxing smiled smugly.
Clutching her candied hawthorn skewer, Ye Zhaoxuan dove into my arms and complained with tears in her eyes, too. "Mother, I didn't hit her for no reason. She—she stole my candied hawthorn. I was eating it by myself, and she'd finished hers. While I was licking my lips, she suddenly darted over and snatched the top hawthorn off my skewer with her mouth..."
Ye Zhaoxuan laid out the facts clearly.
It was just that her choice of words was so adorable.
Flapping her wings, Ye Zhaoxuan buried her head in my arms. "Then she made fun of me, so I slapped her..."
Ye Ranxing glared at her. "Who snatched your candied hawthorn with her mouth? If you don't know how to use words, don't talk."
"Anyway, hitting people is wrong. You need to be taught a lesson today."
My head ached. They were both my flesh and blood. How could I take sides?
"Stealing someone else's candied hawthorn is wrong. Didn't Mom buy you one, too? How could you take your sister's?"
"Hitting people is even more wrong."
"You both need a talking-to."
With Ye Zhaoxuan watching nervously, I suddenly dropped my stern act and said, "As punishment, you can have one fewer candied hawthorn, okay, sweetheart?"