Late, late, late! I am getting late!
Shui did a last touch up to her makeup and hurried down the hallway. Zhiyuan beamed upon seeing his daughter.
"There you are."
"And there I go. I cannot stay for breakfast. I am getting very late!"
Siying snorted. "Somebody overslept."
Shui glared. "Shut up."
Nuo pulled her down on a chair. "Eating a proper breakfast is more important than getting late."
Everybody else seriously nodded. Xinyi said, "Listen to your sister-in-law."
Zhiyuan pouted. "You should take it easy a bit. You had such a successful art exhibition. Look at all the comments on social media flowing with your praise," he proudly showed them.
Helpless before her family, Shui was forced to sit down for a proper breakfast meal. She buried herself in the food to fill her belly.
Zhiyuan shared a sneaky glance with the rest of the family members, signaling them with eye contact.
'Somebody ask her. Siying, you do it!'
