Uncle Chan walks in the living room with a stern look. I don't meet his gaze, rather I stare at the beautiful rug underneath me.
He walks to the other couch going to find a comfortable seat across me. I bite my lower lip and hold back my breath.
I hear slow footsteps heading towards us. I look up and it is Jacob. He looks red on the face, though he doesn't look up, he kept his head low and sniff slightly.
Did I mention how fast Jacob can recover from a merciless beating? Yeah. He can. And I don't know how.
He sit beside me wincing softly while wiping his blood shoot eyes.
Uncle Chan allows the tension to settle as his gaze shifts from Jacob to me.
"What exactly where you thinking when you open up that page?" He ask.
I gulp as the question is not directed to me.
Jacob remain silent as wiping his nose became the most entertaining thing to do.
