The Twins Versus the Manipulative Bimbo (3)

"Siqian, come sit…" Mr. Xiang said; it was obvious that he still respected Huo Siqian.

The latter nodded with a smile. "I haven't seen you in a long time, how have you been doing?"

Before Mr. Xiang could respond, Mo Xue'er cut in, "My godfather's health is amazing, why else would he save me? He's unlike someone who doesn't have a heart and can disregard everything that's happened, abandoning me like a dog on the streets…"

"Xue'er, let's not talk about that. Come, let's have dinner." Mr. Xiang patted Mo Xue'er's hand before heading towards the dining room.

When Mo Xue'er walked past Huo Siqian, she glanced at Yan Ruoxi, her expression murderous and filled with hate.

The latter, however, completely ignored Mo Xue'er's deadly glare, laughing and chatting with Huo Siqian as they linked arms.

"Siqian, who is this?" Mr. Xiang glanced at Yan Ruoxi upon taking a seat.