Smack, Xu Qingqing slapped a pair of bowls and chopsticks onto the dinner table with a scowl, "What's wrong with you, girl? Can't you just eat a meal nicely? Must you act like you're on a warpath, and accuse Xiuxiu and me of colluding in disgrace? What exactly have we colluded on? Spit it out! If you can't, then don't blame me, your sister, for not being polite." Xu Qingqing had always been irritated by this younger sister, who followed her around like a burdensome shadow, blaming Xu Qingqing for her own injuries and falls even when they happened while she was out playing—such immense resentment! She'd always find a way to throw shade in front of their parents.