Xu Zhanwang looked at the food his older sister took for him and said in a tone filled with disdain, "Doesn't he have hands! How old is he? Why does he still need people to take care of him!"
Mr. Xu was so angry he smiled. "Don't you feel guilty for saying that? What about you? Don't you have hands?"
Xu Zhanwang slammed his chopsticks on the table directly and placed his hands behind his back. He smiled and said, "That's right. I don't have hands. Sister, feed me. Ah——"
"..."
"..."
Mr. Xu and Mrs. Xu almost got a heart attack from anger. Everyone turned silent.
Xu Weilai didn't know whether to be angry or to laugh. She straightened her facial expression and pretended to be stern. "Everyone will eat their own food!"
"Okay! I'll listen to my sister!"
