"Boom!"
The cup in Tian Xin's hand smashed heavily onto the table, breaking it into pieces.
"What's the matter? Are you guys here to laugh at me or what?"
The Gallic Person laughed and said, "What are you talking about? We're all good friends and brothers. Who doesn't know the truth about the others, and who would laugh at who? We just think it's a shame for you and we're worried that what should belong to you might get snatched away by that human pretty boy."
"Do you think I don't know all that?" Tian Xin's expression eased up a bit, as he spoke with apparent frustration: "The trouble is, I don't know what kind of love potion that pretty boy fed my aunt, but she does whatever he says. I can't do anything about him."
