Upon reaching this point, Jiaojiao smiled, but the smile didn't reach her eyes: "But Miaomiao, you know I have my ways, right?"
Seeing Jiaojiao with this half-smiling expression, this was the first time Xin Miao realized that Jiaojiao was not the little girl she remembered.
She had always thought that Jiaojiao was kind to the point of being naïve.
Her current happiness was all because of the excessive pampering from those around her, pampering her to be ignorant of the world, pampering her to be almost simple-minded.
She had always felt this way, and it was because of these feelings that she sometimes became jealous.
After all, such unconditional favoritism and love—what girl wouldn't want it?
But at this moment, seeing her seemingly smiling face, with no trace of a smile in her eyes, and even a hint of warning in her words, Xin Miao realized she was wrong.
Jiaojiao was never a kind little lamb.
She was a cat with sharp claws!
