Half a beat, the mother obediently carried her older son to the sofa to sit as was told.
It took Youyou no longer than ten minutes to have everything neatly packed into the luggage.
"Whew! Finally done!"
He gently wiped the beads of perspiration on his forehead with a handkerchief and looked up, only to find his mother and older brother staring at him with starry eyes and a reverent expression respectively.
His lips twitched as he looked back at them, exasperated.
"What is it?!"
"How virtuous my younger son is! Whoever marries you in the future is really fortunate!" The woman lauded herself for raising such a perfect son.
Mu Yichen, on the other hand, stared at his twin, awe-struck.
"Lil' bro, if I were born a female, I'd definitely woo you into becoming my wife."
"Get lost!" The younger one cast his brother a disdainful look. "Whoever marries you is an unlucky person."
