"Shen Mosheng, did you pick on Shen Xinghan again?" Seeing Shen Mosheng return, Han Yingying asked with a mix of laughter and tears while patting the now-fed and sleeping Shen Weilan.
Shen Mosheng used to be so protective of his little brother, but he had started to be quite ruthless without regard for when it had begun.
"No, it was just a sparring match," Shen Mosheng said indifferently, not feeling that such an extent constituted bullying.
Han Yingying found it even more amusing, "With such a big difference in strength between you two, can you still call it a sparring match?"
"The more we spar, the more his skills will improve."
"Shen Mosheng, that's twisted logic."
Shen Mosheng immediately admitted his fault, "Sorry, I'll be more mindful in the future."
After speaking, he tiptoed to the bedside and looked down at his daughter sleeping on the bed, his gaze softening, "She looks a lot like you when she's asleep."
"You've seen me asleep?"
