Xingxing wasn't at all afraid of Sang Ran's ferocious gaze, and even leaned out to look at her.
"I know you."
"Me?" Sang Ran raised an eyebrow at Lin Zhiyi, "Seems like you've been badmouthing me behind my back quite a lot."
"It wasn't Mom who said it, it was Uncle Sang." Xingxing pointed at Sang Ran, her little face wrinkled, "He said I was as cute as you were as a child. But I don't think you're cute at all."
Sang Ran's face went rigid, her fingers curling on the quilt.
Xingxing licked her lollipop and continued, "No wonder people don't like you. Our teacher says kids have to be friendly to each other to be liked, so why blame my mom if you're not liked?"
"Shut up! Do you think just because you're a kid, I can't do anything to you? There are plenty of people who want your life!"
Sang Ran's voice suddenly turned sharp.
"Someone!"
Lin Zhiyi hurriedly picked up Xingxing and stepped back.