"No, all those little brothers and sisters are yours. Every single one of them. Don't worry, no one's going to fight you for them!"
Mo Xiaoman said as she walked up to Tang Yaxuan, standing face-to-face. They were the same height, but Tang Yaxuan was plump while Mo Xiaoman was a bit frail-looking.
Tang Yaxuan shook her head and yelled, "They only know you! They're *your* little brothers and sisters! Not mine, they're not!"
"Whether they are or not isn't up to you!"
Xiao Man reached out with her left hand and lifted Tang Yaxuan's chin. "Tsk, tsk," she said. "No wonder Liu Fengying obsesses over you. Her own flesh and blood is her own flesh and blood, after all. The resemblance is uncanny! All those little sisters have the same cute apple face as you!"
Tang Yaxuan struggled, but Xiao Man tightened her grip, squeezing until Tang Yaxuan shrieked in pain. With a swift movement, Xiao Man slapped her four times across the face without an ounce of pity before letting go.
