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"Xiaoyu, brother didn't mean that."

Seeing Xia Sijie's eagerness to explain, Xia Chiyu bent down to pick up the glass. The glass didn't break when it fell on the carpet, but made a harsh sound with the table.

"I know." Xia Chiyu looked at Xia Sijie, "It's like I won't involve you in this matter, but brother, what about me?"

"When you were a family, what about me? My mother has passed away. I have to offer a stick of incense for my mother on her birthday every year. Is it right for me?"

Xia Chiyu looked at Xia Changan, "Dad, you promised me this."

Ever since Xia Chiyu could remember, she knew that Chi Ruoyan's death was not that simple, especially the reason for the dystocia. Xia Sijie would play with her every day, but she didn't realize it.

It was Xia Sijie's mother, Chen Mingyu, who became the mistress. She was Chi Ruoyan's best friend, so what she did made Chi Ruoyan so sad and desperate.

Chi Ruoyan was pregnant with Xia Sijie before she was pregnant, and when Chi Ruoyan was about to give birth, she appeared with Xia Sijie who was just about to leave.

That's why Chi Ruoyan had a difficult delivery.

Xia Chiyu could forgive Xia Sijie and Xia Changan, but she couldn't forgive Chen Mingyu.

Not in this lifetime.

"Xiao Yu, Dad didn't say anything." Xia Chang'an didn't expect Xia Chiyu's reaction to be so violent, but saw Xia Chiyu's eyes turn red and quickly surrendered, "I won't come back if I don't come back, it's okay."

Seeing that Xia Changan was about to sit down, Xia Chiyu got up quickly, "I'm sleepy, let's rest first."

After tidying up her things, Xia Chiyu bent over to the two of them, "Dad, brother, go to bed early."

"Light rain..."

Xia Changan yelled, and seeing Xia Chiyu went upstairs without looking back, Xia Changan had no choice but to look at Xia Sijie, "How could you bring it up in front of your sister? Isn't this making you unhappy?"

"But Dad, my mother is also at the old house..."

"I know!" Xia Changan was a little annoyed, "Then you can't talk about it on her mother's death day!"

Xia Changan tapped his cane on the ground, and glanced at Xia Sijie angrily, "Let's leave this matter as it is. Tomorrow you go and be soft. Your sister will not take hard."

Xia Sijie didn't speak, but just looked straight at Xia Changan.

"Did you hear me!"

"understood."

Xia Sijie replied in a low voice, watching Xia Changan go upstairs, sitting on the sofa alone, looking at the cup Xia Chiyu picked up just now.

"Boom."

With a sound, the glass fell to the ground again, but this time the difference was that even though it landed on the carpet, the glass was still broken this time.

The muffled voice sounded like a betrayed voice.Xia Sijie looked up at the servant next to her, "Clean it up, don't hurt Xiaoyu's feet tomorrow, she likes not wearing shoes the most."

Seemingly concerned, Xia Sijie got up and went upstairs, looking at Xia Chiyu's room with gloomy eyes. Since childhood, he has been admitting his mistakes and giving in. When did this kind of thing not belong to him?

The protagonist in the room was still crying on the bed, looking at the family portrait on the bedside table. To be precise, it was Xia Chiyu who put himself between the two of them.

How can there be any family?
Only herself.