Zong Yi took a candy and stuffed it into his mouth.
It was indeed a real piece of candy.
"My brother, oh my brother!" Zong Yi said with a blissful and tangled expression, "Aren't you afraid of getting hit by mom."
"Why would Lan Jie hit me?"
"You bought me so, so many candies, aren't you afraid I'll eat them all at once and turn into the shape of a balloon?"
"It's impossible for you to finish all the candies in this room in one go. I asked a psychologist about it, and she said this kind of decoration could be part of desensitization therapy. You might find it exciting for a day or two, but after a bit longer, you wouldn't even want to look at it."
"How could that be, these are candies, and if I'm not mistaken, they're from all over the world, right?"
"Yes, but the psychologist that brother asked is world-class. Her book has been a bestseller in 32 countries."
"Tch," Zong Yi expressed his disdain with a grunt.
