"Oh my god!" Fang Zikai covered his mouth with his hand. He walked to Fang Yusheng's side and lowered his voice to ask softly, "Does Grandma like to wear white clothes?"
Fang Yusheng thought about it. His mother did have a few beautiful white dresses.
He nodded. "Yes, she does," he said.
Fang Zikai felt terrible.
He ran home and shouted as he ran, "Brother! I saw Grandma's ghost!"
Fang Zicheng, who was admiring a turtle laying eggs, heard Fang Zikai's words and thought silently, Is there something wrong with his brother's head?
Fang Zikai pounced on Fang Zicheng from behind. Fang Zicheng was already prepared. His body shook from the collision, but he did not fall. "Speak properly." He was like a little adult.
Fang Zikai then said, "You scared your precious brother to death."
If he was his younger brother, so be it. Why did he have to add the word "precious"?
Fang Zicheng frowned and looked a little puzzled.
