"Ruan Lei, you're talking nonsense. We just had dinner at eldest uncle's house last night. Why are you always making things up?" They had all gone to the apartment building for a meal last night to celebrate for Shu Lang.
"As if you'd die if you didn't argue with me!" Little Fatty was also getting worked up, glaring at Ruan Wei.
Ruan Wei pursed his lips, feeling wronged. He wasn't making things up at all.
Ruan Jiaojiao laughed from the sidelines, picked up a piece of meat with her chopsticks, and comforted him, "Brother, you should eat." She didn't know why, but out of her nine brothers, although all were smart and savvy, it seemed only Ruan Wei was born a beat slow, always getting picked on by his younger brothers.
Ruan Wei looked at the meat in his bowl and felt a little better, continuing to eat his meal with relish.
The Ruanlin matriarch watched from the side, constantly complaining about how ugly they ate and how much they had, yet her eyes were full of love.
