Xiaoling pouted to complain. Everyone seemed to stand in her way. First, it was Weisheng. Then, it was the Arbiter. The two of them were colluding with one another.
"Well, can't you just threaten him?" Continuing to complain about it, Xiaoling asked.
Weisheng raised an eyebrow, "What makes you think I can threaten the Arbiter?"
"You're literally his older brother!" Xiaoling insisted as if it was obvious.
Weisheng exhaled, "You haven't seen how he argues with me. When it comes to you, it doesn't matter if I'm his older brother or not." He murmured, "Besides, we aren't related by blood. He doesn't owe me anything to listen to me."
