The next morning, Mu Chenyan prepared the porridge for Grandfather Xiang and brought it to him. She found her brother already standing before Grandfather Xiang. Looking at his posture, she frowned but walked past him and placed the porridge on the table.
"Ge, are you getting lectured? Tsk, tsk. How old are you?"
Xiang Hulin stood straight without a change in his expression. He could see the gloating on his sister's face but so what? He was long used to it. No matter how much Mu Chenyan loved her brother, she always enjoyed it whenever he got lectured by his parents. After all, most of the time only she was being lectured while he was praised as the sensible one.
"Elder Xiang, what happened?" asked Mu Chenyan.
"Nothing," replied Grandfather Xiang. "He came to tell me that he has to leave to get some work done. I'm not lecturing him. Don't feel so happy."
