Sun Yue felt a sharp pain in her heart whenever she saw the broken cactus on the ground. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, forced herself to look away, and turned to the displeased Pang Xiao: "Speak up, what's going on with you? Why are you smashing things? Who on earth angered you?"
Seeing the broken buds on the cactus, Pang Xiao felt a twinge of regret, but the moment he remembered the news he had just received, his anger flared right back up: "Who else but that damn bird?"
Sun Yue furrowed her brow at his words, chiding him with displeasure: "Xiao'er! How many times have I told you, that guy is your older brother, and if your father hears you talking about him like a bird this and bird that, what do you think will happen? Even if your father doesn't hear it, what do you think others will make of it?"
