"This brat has always had this stubborn temper, just ignore him! Hey, brat, hurry up, greet her! This is An Yiqing, call her sister!" Peng Shaohe slapped Peng Ze on the head again, and An Yiqing thought that sooner or later, Peng Ze would be beaten silly by his own grandpa.
Peng Ze glanced at An Yiqing, pursing his lips without saying anything. An Yiqing wasn't in a hurry either, she raised an eyebrow and smiled at him.
Peng Shaohe widened his eyes, "Brat, greet her! Otherwise, I'll make the cook prepare onions for you when we get home!"
Peng Ze's poker face finally showed a crack, his mouth twitched, and he reluctantly called out to An Yiqing, "Sister."
An Yiqing smiled lightly, without speaking.
Peng Shaohe glanced at An Yiqing and slapped Peng Ze on the head again, "Brat, why is your voice so low? Didn't you eat?"
Peng Ze frowned heavily, staring at An Yiqing with his voice a bit louder, "Sister!"
"I'm called An Yiqing," An Yiqing suddenly said.
