Luoluo is a little schemer; he suddenly sat up, fiddling with his fingers as he spoke, "Well, as long as it can bring big sister back, Luoluo will obediently eat vegetables for a week, absolutely no picky eating of that sort!"
"Half a month."
The little bun said with a solemn face, holding up ten fingers, "Ten days."
Ou Jue's face remained cold and indifferent, "Twenty days."
"Waah... Big brother is a meanie, bullying your own little brother, what kind of skill is that!" Luoluo looked up and "cried" in pain.
But what a pity, these tears were like dry thunder without rain, and occasionally he was stealthily glancing at his brother's reaction with the corner of his eye.
Ou Jue turned around heartlessly, "One month, if that's not okay, then forget it."
Luoluo immediately stopped crying and grabbed onto Ou Jue's thigh, "No! Is it not enough that Luoluo admits his mistake, one month it is..."
I knew I could never win against big brother, the big schemer!
"Then, then you should quickly go and call big sister back." Luoluo looked up, his big watery eyes pitifully gazing at Ou Jue.
"No rush." Ou Jue sat back on the sofa at a leisurely pace, sitting with his legs crossed and flipping through the book in his hand, "I have a way to make her come back willingly."
Ou Jue's gaze swept across the book, but his thoughts were elsewhere.
Just now, that girl's face...
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As soon as she left the hospital room, Yang Shurong erupted like a volcano, turning her head and glaring furiously at Xiyan, "You little brat, do you think you can just run wild after a few days of not being disciplined? What kind of attitude was that when you spoke to me just now? Do you have any manners at all?"
Ha, what a laughable notion.
Xiyan's hand clenched tightly into a fist, her little face defiantly raised as she looked at her, "Sorry, manners? A woman who climbed the ranks through being a mistress has the nerve to talk to me about manners?"
Slap!
A crisp slap landed on Xiyan's face!
Her face stung with a burning pain.
Xiyan looked in shock at the man before her with his hand still raised, the movement frozen in mid-air.
Her father.
"How can you talk to your aunt like that? Your aunt is your elder, what's wrong with her teaching you a thing or two?" Xia Zhengxiong furiously glared at Xiyan, "Now apologize to your aunt at once!"
Have you ever experienced that kind of helplessness that cannot be expressed with words?
Xiyan's shoulders shook, a tidal wave of emotions surged in her heart, and tears threatened to break forth.
But she stubbornly held them back.
She didn't want to cry.
The one who should really be crying isn't her!
Yang Shurong folded her arms, looking at Xiyan with schadenfreude, a smug look of a mistress on her face, "This child needs to be spanked when it's time, otherwise she doesn't even remember her own last name!"
Xiyan pursed her lips, slightly lifting her chin.
This was her characteristic gesture of stubborn defiance.
"If I could choose, I'd rather not have the last name Xia."
"You, you... how did I raise such an ingrate!" Xia Zhengxiong, so furious his chest heaved violently, raised his hand to slap Xiyan again.
Who knew, in the very next second, Xiyan's arm was seized by someone, who pulled her backward.
Xia Zhengxiong's slap missed its mark.
A faint scent of fresh grass enveloped Xiyan, and she turned in astonishment to look.
Oh my god...
Was she having a lucky streak with handsome men today??
An incredibly handsome hunk!