Upon hearing the words, Yang Xiayun snorted with self-satisfied pride, "If I have two, I'll give her one. But if I only have one, I'm not giving it to her. I like it too."
"That's good!" Yang Chuxia laughed. Then she asked, "Did our mother give her the brown sugar?"
"She did. Mum originally wanted to give her two blocks of brown sugar cake, but I snatched one away. Hmph, can't she just go buy her own?" Yang Xiayun was quite smug about it.
Upon hearing this, Yang Chuxia was shocked. She hadn't expected her younger sister to be so fierce.
After Yang Xiayun left, Yang Chuxia reflected on what she had said. Yang Dongxue had not been like this before; could she have been led astray by Ms. Luo?
Thinking she should discuss it with Old Yang sometime, to have him advise Ms. Luo. After all, the child was still young and shouldn't be taught this way; otherwise, what kind of manners would she have when she's grown up?