Tan Zhao was recuperating in the Tan family's ancestral home. He had to rest for a while longer and couldn't go to school. The secretary who was sent to supervise Tan Zhao didn't dare to interfere with this young master's matters and could only call Tan Jing.
As soon as Tan Jing entered the house, he saw his brother lying on the sofa without doing anything. He even had to be fed fruits by someone else. Tan Jing was furious.
"I asked you to rest at home, not to let you boss people around." Tan Jing's cold voice suddenly sounded, startling Tan Zhao so much that he jumped up and fell from the sofa with a bang.
"Second Brother, why are you back?" Tan Zhao gritted his teeth and held his butt, which was in pain from the fall. When he stood up, he saw Tan Jing's swollen face.
"Second Brother, you were beaten up by Sister-in-law too?"
This brat really deserved to be beaten up. He was rubbing his nose in it.
