Xiya suddenly spun around, her wide, azure eyes glaring angrily, filled with accusation.
"I. Don't. Have. A. Mother!"
Qiao Xixi froze. Just as her expression began to soften, Xiya tilted her chin up arrogantly. "We merfolk cubs are all born from our fathers."
Qiao Xixi froze again. "You were born from your father?"
'Host, allow me to explain. After a male merman mates with a female, the female lays eggs, which the male then incubates. So, in a way, the cubs are indeed brought forth by the male mermen.'
'But that doesn't mean she doesn't have a mother, does it?'
'Er... about that... Host, you should ask her yourself.'
"Let me go! You can have this stuff back."
Xiya threw the bamboo basket at Qiao Xixi's feet, and the shellfish and fish-beasts inside scattered across the sand.
Qiao Xixi might not have been skilled in many things, but she certainly had a knack for dealing with brats.
