There's no reasoning with a child who's raging after losing at video games.
So, Ming Ge took matters into her own hands.
She went over, her delicate hand raised, and grasping the young boy's ear, she gave a graceful twirl, "Ow—"
That howl could overturn the ceiling, its echo resonating for three days without end.
Even those downstairs heard it.
Housekeeper Mama wore a worried face and murmured anxiously, "Oh no, the young miss and the young master must be fighting again... I have to go check on them."
Yin Ruowei held back a snicker and said, "Yes, Housekeeper Mama, you should go quickly. Otherwise, if Xiaoci and his sister start fighting, that wouldn't be good."
But to everyone's surprise, Ming Zhiyuan waved his hand and said, "Leave them, Ming Ci can't win against Xiaoge."
Housekeeper Mama: "..."
Yin Ruowei: "..."
The people present: "..."
Only the daughter is the true child here, Ming Ci must be a fake son.
