"As you see," she countered slyly. She marched forward and took the seat beside Qing Yuan. She turned to him curiously. "Did you run away from home?" she asked.
Qing Yuan snorted. "Not a chance. Dad would find the washer's bat at home and beat me to a pulp if I did."
Qian Meng highly doubted it. "If you want, I can toss him out of the room. Just say the word!" Her voice was firm. She didn't glance at Mo Qingchen to ask. She was assured of her abilities to protect her little brother, but also, she didn't think he wouldn't help her if she asked for it.
"As much as I love seeing you tell off, dad… I don't want you to get in trouble." He looked down at his hand. "I know you dislike mom and dad for the things they say. It's chauvinistic and they want to use you and… I don't want that. But… they are still mom and dad to me," he said in a low, pained voice.
