The study room's door was suddenly opened.
"What's going on?" Franklin and Quinn stopped talking when they heard the voice coming from the corridor. They went to see what was going on.
The two brothers standing at the door of the study room looked alike, but their expressions were worlds apart.
Franklin looked anxious, while Quinn frowned. His expression was full of impatience and disdain.
"Jinx, can you not make so much noise? This is the Torres family, not a place where you can throw a tantrum! If you want to cry or make a scene, then go out. You can make as much noise as you want outside!"
Quinn's long and slender eyes were in wavy shapes, with their tails slightly tilted upwards, that resembled peach flower petals. The corners of his eyes were slightly raised, but the frown on his face made him look extremely surly.
