Wei Jiaming sat on the sofa for a while, rubbing his aching temples before getting up.
His mom, unhappy with Wei Jiaming's disrespectful tone, was reluctant to speak to him.
Wei Jiaming felt terribly cold inside; as he was about to enter the room, a reserved and beautiful girl came out of the house.
The girl handed Wei Jiaming a cup of water: "Drink."
Wei Jiaming took the cup, his smile warming up considerably: "Sis, have you eaten? I brought you some food, okay if I bring it to your room in a bit?"
"Okay."
Wei Jiaming's sister, Wei Jiahui, nodded pleasantly: "I have some steamed buns in my room."
Wei Jiaming felt a pang of sorrow.
After drinking the water, he first escorted Wei Jiahui to her room and then brought her the food he had carried over. On his way out, he reminded Wei Jiahui, "Sister, remember to come to me if you have any issues, and keep your cell phone safe. Don't lose it."
