"Brother!" Verna cheered and rushed over with a thud.
Owen Bertram pinched a frost candy fruit with two fingers and aimed at Ava, shouting, "Freeze!"
Gah——
Verna forcefully stopped, carefully took the frost candy fruit from her elder brother's hand while drooling, put it in her mouth, and her big eyes instantly curved into crescents with satisfaction: "So sweet!"
"Hahaha." Owen gave her the whole bag, and Ava tightly hugged it as if afraid someone would snatch it away.
Little Loach was discontented inside the Wooden Bottle. Older brother was biased.
Little sister easily gets all the snacks, while I have to be coaxed and tricked just to get a bite!
Owen pretended not to hear.
Does spoiling little sisters need a reason?
Tormenting little brothers also doesn't need a reason.
"An elder brother is like a father. Raise sons poorly and daughters richly, do you understand?"
