Song Yan's face clearly showed impatience.
She turned around, looked coldly at Song Ci who was walking towards her, and spoke in a harsh tone, "I'm speaking, what are you butting in for? Is it because you think you're the only one with a mouth that can speak?"
Song Ci's face turned awkward as she stopped in her tracks, bit her lip, and said with a sense of grievance, "I was just thinking of you, sister. It's been so many years since you left home, and the room hasn't been lived in for a long time. It might not be to your taste anymore. I thought redecorating it might make you feel more comfortable."
Song Yan looked coldly at Song Ci's pathetic and clumsy acting, with her arms crossed, and said with a sneer, "So you're actually considering my feelings, am I? I was wrong then, I shouldn't have been so harsh."
Song Ci was stunned for a moment, not expecting such a reaction from her.