Ren Si scoffed, looking at her. "That's what I think, too. Dislike is dislike. If she had a problem with it, she shouldn't have given birth to me on that day. I can't decide my own birthday, after all. But I came to terms with it a long time ago. She may not like me, but she still has to raise me, right?"
Shen Ningning said nothing, only watching Ren Si with a look of heartfelt sympathy.
Ren Si tutted. "Don't you pity me. I don't need it. Your situation isn't much better than mine. I'm actually the one who wants to ask—don't you hate us? Why were you willing to come back?"
At this, she feigned surprise. "You didn't poison the food you brought me, did you?"
Shen Ningning played along, trying to scare her. "You guessed it. I poisoned it. We have no quarrel, but I still want you dead. You'll start feeling the pain any second now. Scared?"
Ren Si dropped her chopsticks and clutched her stomach, crying, "Oww, oww," as if she were in terrible pain.
