"So, Confucius has about 6 central conceptions," Ru's melodic voice was ringing in her apartment's sitting area as she kept pacing like a scholar while a teenager listened attentively to each word or at least, he was trying to. "The first conception is Ren... Do you know what it means?" Ru looked at Xiao Zhi-Yuan who was startled from this sudden question. "Are you listening?" She asked narrowing her eyes dangerously.
'How can I concentrate when you have such a strong and scholarly presence along with that refined voice?' Obviously, he didn't voice out his thoughts in fear of being thrashed. "I'm listening..." He answered in a low voice.
"Fine... So, tell me the meaning of Ren," Ru looked straight into his eyes trying to intimidate him and it worked quite easily.
"I... I don't know." He heard a sigh before Ru rolled the book placed on the table and delivered a blow on his head making him scowl. "Oniisan! That hurt!" Xiao Zhi-Yuan's whining was disregarded.
