"Little girl, don't be so impatient. Getting angry is bad for your skin. When my sister was your age, she already knew to buy me off with money."
Pulling his phone from his pocket, Chi An held it to his ear. "Auntie Bai, I'll leave this matter to you."
Xu Xiaoxiao looked a little bewildered when Chi An took out his phone, but the moment she heard what he said, her face went deathly pale.
At the same time, the large curtains on the second floor opened. Facing the large window, Xu Xiaoxiao could easily make out the people standing there: Bai Qinghe, Fu Yanci, and a grim-faced Xu Mingxuan.
Bai Qinghe still held her phone up, staring in their direction without moving.
The curtains in this room had always been kept closed, something easily overlooked from outside. The room had originally been a studio specifically for Bai Qinghe to paint in, but after she stopped painting, no one knew what to do with the vacant room, so it had been left alone.
Unable to bear it, Xu Xiaoxiao took a step back. "You... you did this on purpose?!"
Ending the call himself, Chi An took a step forward. "I'll say it again: you really aren't as good as your brother. In families like these, the last thing anyone wants is to raise someone who wears every thought on their face.
"Never mind Song Wenjing-you can't even compare to my sister. You lost from the start because you failed to hide your intentions. People who wear their thoughts on their faces without the ability to back them up are usually the first to be eliminated.
"All right, Miss Xu. The next time we meet, I hope to see that you've grown. I'm more interested in seeing how your brother performs