"Sister Qinghe, I think you must have misunderstood. Brother Qin isn't a bad person."
In the library, after hearing Li Qinghe's words, Li Zixuan's temper flared up a little. She frowned and retorted, "Don't always be like this, judging people with such prejudice."
"Me... prejudiced?"
Hearing this, Li Qinghe froze for a moment. She stared at the slightly angry Li Zixuan in disbelief.
You have to understand, the two sisters had grown up playing together. As childhood friends, she knew Li Zixuan's personality like the back of her hand.
Cold on the outside, soft on the inside. She never dared to talk back, always listening attentively and then obediently doing as she was told, without exception.
But now...
'She's actually talking back to me?'
'And for an outsider, no less!?'
'How is this possible?'
'I'm your sister!'
At this thought, the stunned look on Li Qinghe's face turned cold.
"Fine, Zixuan. And you're still saying he's not a bad person?"
