This little rascal, he's simply too much.
"Hehe!" Lele couldn't stop laughing once he entered the room.
Yang Chuxia pinched his cheek, "Look at you, showing off. How much stuff did you take from your father?"
"Not much, just two paintings and a box of chess pieces." Lele struggled to get down, "Compared to the harm I suffered, this is nothing at all."
"Little drama queen." Yang Chuxia tapped his forehead, "You know well what your father said isn't true."
"Hehe, I just took the chance to get some stuff from Dad." Lele rubbed against Yang Chuxia's arm, "Mom, is there any news about my brother?"
"Alas," Yang Chuxia shook her head slightly, "No."
"Why is our family's second son so unlucky." Lele pouted, "By the time he comes back, he'll probably have changed a lot."
