[ Brother is blushing! ]
[ Oh my god, little brother is shy. He's so cute. ]
[ Why is her younger brother so good at games? He's handsome and so cute! ]
[ The person in front, stop talking. I just pulled my brother out and beat him up. ]
Xia Yu had rarely received praise since he was young. Everyone looked at him differently with three types of gazes.
The first type was like Mother Xia and Han Yuan, who treated him as a thorn in their side. They wished he would disappear as soon as possible and not snatch the Xia family's property from their children.
The other type was the uncles and aunties in the Xia family who had watched him grow up. They looked at him with pity and pity.
There was also a look of disdain that was commonly added to him by the outside world, as if he was a useless young master who ate, drank, and played.
