Yang Qingrui thought for a moment, then raised his head and asked Yang Chuxia, "Sis, how about we take our little brother with us?"
"We're not going there to have fun."
"I know, I know, I'm not going to have fun either." Seeing Yang Chuxia's stance soften, Yang Qingtong quickly nodded his head like a chicken pecking at beans.
"Alright, I'll call you tomorrow morning. Don't be lazy and sleep in."
"Don't worry, I won't. I'm not like Yunyun."
"Nonsense, I don't oversleep." Yang Xiayun walked in, dragging a rope with a ball tied to it, and immediately objected upon hearing this.
"I didn't talk nonsense, you did sleep in today." Yang Qingtong made a face and ran off. Yang Xiayun puffed up her cheeks, huffed and said, "I won't talk to him anymore!"
