"Zhao?"
"Boys!!" Prancing into the house with Carla following behind, Zhao Prince, Dezhong's older brother, stood directly in front of his younger brother with a grin on his face. For a long while, Dezhong and Zhao stared at each other in an awkward silence, something that they had done ever since they were little. Carla and Ahil stood there, confused by the behavior both boys were exhibiting.
"Err… What brings you back so soon?" Dezhong broke the silence, not wanting to look into Zhao's eyes any longer. "Don't you have work to do?"
"I could ask the same thing, little brother," he retorted. "Don't you have schoolwork to attend to? I heard that you've been skipping out."
"Oh, yeah… I got sad because of Dad and stuff."
