"Wha... what?"
Mu Shaoqian tilted his face, stunned, his cheek still aching from the slap.
"Dad, what are you saying? Qianshui isn't my biological sister? What do you mean?"
"Hmph!"
Mu Jingheng glared at him angrily, his frustration boiling over as he turned and marched upstairs.
"Mom! You tell me right now—Dad's lying, isn't he? How could Qianshui not be my biological sister? How could that possibly be true?"
His disbelief filled the room, his eyes wide with shock.
He and Mo Chuxi were the same age, and since his earliest memories of childhood, Mu Shaoqian had always had two sisters.
One was called Mu Qianyuan, the other Mu Qianshui.
Back then, he had indeed preferred Mu Qianyuan. He doted on her, cared for her in every way.
If he only had one lollipop to give away, he wouldn't hesitate to give it to Mu Qianyuan.
Every time he heard Mu Qianyuan's sweet, childish voice calling him "Brother," he would feel an overwhelming sense of fulfillment.
