At the dining table.
"Mom and Dad, I'm going back to my room." Chen Shouyi quickly finished his meal, put down his bowl, and was ready to leave.
Chen Xingyue snorted inwardly, quickly finished her remaining food in a few bites, "I'm full too."
Then she followed Chen Shouyi upstairs.
"These kids!" Mrs. Chen said, "Still sulking!"
"Our daughter, you know her, thin-skinned, she'll be fine after a while!" Chen Dawei said with a chuckle.
...
Bang bang bang!
"Brother, open the door, hurry up." Chen Xingyue reached Chen Shouyi's bedroom and knocked non-stop, saying disdainfully:
"You can hide for a moment, but can you hide forever?"
Behind the door, Chen Shouyi felt a moment of suffocation, as if she suggested that he, a pinnacle Martial Artist, was afraid of her.
What was he afraid of?
It's just that, as an adult, he didn't want to argue with his sister.
It would make him seem childish.
