Dong Yi and Xiao Qian were similar, both having low-volume, gentle voices. The fact that her voice reached this decibel showed that she was truly angry.
"Yu Mingyi! You should be the one seeing a doctor! Is there something wrong with your brain?!"
Mother Yu was startled, then looked at Xiao Qian, raising her eyebrows.
The meaning was, this is your so-called perfect match?
Xiao Qian awkwardly smiled and whispered, "Actually, this is like how Uncle wrote on your lunch box back in the day, a similar technique. Were you yelling at Uncle like this?"
Before Mother Yu could respond, they heard Second Brother Yu's serious explanation from the inside.
"My brain is fine, we have regular check-ups. You're the one always fainting. You might be sick. When I say I like you, you faint. When I say I don't like you, you still faint. Clearly, you're the one who's sick."
Aiya... Mother Yu massages her forehead, stimulated by her silly son.
