On the side table, two tea cups were still placed, with soft steam still faintly visible.
"Dad, did someone come to our house just now?" Yu Ting tried to make conversation, asserting her presence.
"Mm, your brother came by just now. He left when he knew you were coming over," the father responded with a tiny grunt, his answer straightforward.
Yu Ting had two older brothers. One was her real brother, seven years elder. He was 27 this year. The novel hadn't described him much - he seemed to work as a cop.
The other was their uncle's son, who was 24.
She always used to bicker with him, as she was unruly and stubborn, refusing to listen to reason and would always oppose him. They never got along and found each other disagreeable.
All these embarrassing memories started to flood in.
Yu Ting: ...
Forget it, I'll just eat my food.
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