The Yan Family Villa wasn't very big, but it had quite a few rooms; nonetheless,Yan Song and his brother Yan Ke had to share one. Yan Song didn't know how many times he had sought out Zhuang Xiyue to make a fuss about it, each time to be dismissed with her indifferent responses.
Yan Song was seven this year, mischievous and filled with tricks. When they were in the Capital City, he had been spoiled by both his grandparents, and had developed an attitude of fearlessness toward both heaven and earth. Sometimes even Zhuang Xiyue couldn't handle him, but oddly enough, the person he feared the most was his own father.
Yan Ke was four and a half years old this year. Unlike his brother, the youngest Yan Ke usually behaved very obediently and appeared like a little aggrieved soul in the presence of their parents. However, only Yan Song knew just how detestable his own brother could be.
