"Bang!"
He Tiantian didn't hold back, swinging a foot-long wooden carving and striking hard on He Zhuo's arm.
If not for the fear of arousing suspicion or angering the world's conscious mind, He Tiantian would have smashed it directly on He Zhuo's head.
"You little brat! What are you laughing at? You haven't even explained why you suddenly ran back home, and now you're daring to laugh at your old man?"
He Tiantian feigned fury and shame, avoiding the burning anger in He Zhuo's eyes, and scolded him sarcastically.
"Dad, my brother, he's not laughing at you."
Although He Yue was simple-minded, he still sensed the discord between his dad and his brother.
In the past, dad often scolded his brother, calling him wasteful and lacking ambition.
But, back then, despite the scolding, you could feel dad's awkward care and encouragement.
This time, although it's the same kind of reprimand, He Yue felt as though dad was truly angry and really wanted to teach his brother a lesson.
