<h4>Chapter 782: She Had No Brother</h4>


    Seeing her grandma angry, she, however, was not afraid. She frowned and suddenly pointed to Ye Chenyu beside her grandma.


    “Grandma, he stole my doll.” Xixi said angrily, and after that, she pouted her mouth, quite unhappy.


    Upon hearing this, Han Xue grasped her fingers tightly, eyes surging with burning anger. From her fluctuating chest, one could see how furious she was and that she had endured it to the utmost.


    “Aunt, little Yu is still so young. When seeing something he likes, he will naturally reach for it. How can it be called stealing?” Han Xue argued. After that, she gave Xixi a fierce re.


    Xixi also red back at Han Xue.


    “He’s a thief. He’s just a thief.” Xixi shouted excitedly, her small hands clenched into fists suggesting her deep anger.


    She hated it when others took her dolls.


    Xia Jingshu sighed irritably, looking at her granddaughter with more displeasure.


    “Xixi, didn’t Grandma tell you that you’re an elder sister and you should take care of your brother? You have so many dolls. What’s the matter of giving a few to your brother?”


    Xixi gave a cold sneer, looking at little Yu with obvious hostility.


    “He’s not my brother.” She pointed at Ye Chenyu again and said angrily, “I have no brother.”


    Xia Jingshu said, “What?”


    Xia Jingshu was suddenly stiff, as if startled by her granddaughter’s words, but soon she frowned tightly, her eyes turning red, appearing more angry.


    “Xix, what are you talking about?” She said furiously, What was having no brother? Who taught her that? Who dared say that?


    Xixi raised her head and straightened her chest, with her little mouth pouted high, seemingly unwilling to give in at all. As for her grandma getting pissed off, she was not in the least afraid.


    “I do have no brother.” She said angrily, “I have no mother nor brother. It is you who brought back Ye Chenyu. He is not my brother.”


    After that, she shook her hand furiously and ran out of the living room.


    (Xia Jingshu)...


    Xia Jingshu blushed with anger. The older the little girl grew, the more disobedient she became. She was really agitated.


    “Come back to me...” She shouted. Xixi, however, had already run outside.


    Watching Xixi run out, Han Xue sped her hands, the anger in her eyes having been suppressed out of sight.


    “Aunt... Forget it.” Looking at Xia Jingshu, Han Xue squeezed out a weird smile.


    Xia Jingshu caressed her grandson’s neck sympathetically.


    “I will educate Xixi.” She murmured, “This child has been spoiled by her father, so she has a bad temper and is cocky.”


    Han Xue said, “Children, they are like this. I just hope that XIxi will not bully little Yu in the future. Since little Yu is timid, if constantly bullied, he will be affected both physically and mentally.”


    Xia Jingshu again patted her grandson pitifully.


    The child was indeed a little timid. But they were also to me, for they did not recognize the child earlier. If they did, then nurtured by a professional parenting teacher, he would not be so timid.


    “I will tell A Hao about this.” Xia Jingshu sighed.


    Because of the child, she had had many conflicts with her son Ye Hao, which led to the increasingly rigid rtionship between mother and son. Nowadays, there were even fewer conversations between them, and Ye Hao often did note home.


    “Grandma...” Little Yu raised his head and looked at Xia Jingshu at this moment, his small hands grasping grandma’s clothes.