"Mom, when is dinner ready?"
Within an old-fashioned East Sea mansion, a teenager in his early teens shouted, appearing to be around middle school age.
"What's the rush, go do your homework first."
Meng Jiye rebuked.
"Dad, I've finished my homework."
"Finished? That was quick."
"I finished it at school."
The youth, exuding an air of affluence, seemed confident and justified.
In fact, it wasn't just homework; he seldom even brought a backpack home.
"Better than your sister when she was studying."
Meng Meiling was also there.
The youth, usually domineering outside, offered a shy smile.
He had never really done any homework himself, there were always minions to do it for him.
"Auntie, where's my sister? I haven't seen her for so long."
"Your sister will be here soon."
"Auntie, is my sister really working now?"
The teen was somewhat skeptical.
Meng Meiling nodded.
The youth murmured something under his breath, it was unclear what he was saying.
