Zhuang Yu sighed. "Reflect on yourself in your room. Don't say those exciting words in front of your mother again."
After his father left, Zhuang Qing walked into the bed and covered his head with the blanket. He cried silently. When he was done crying, he called his second brother. The call was answered. There was a lot of noise on the other end of the phone. From the sound of it, it should be at the music festival. There were many people talking and the sounds of various instruments.
"Hello, Third Brother, what are you doing?" The man's deep voice sounded. On the screen, a man with dyed white and blonde hair appeared. He had a straight nose and a few shiny diamonds in his ears. He was holding a neon green microphone in his hand. He seemed to be about to go on stage.
"Second brother." Zhuang Qing was like a lost puppy. He laid on the white blanket and looked at the camera pitifully. "I want to look for my sister. Is there any way?"
