"Hmph! Looks like your itch for trouble," Cheng Tianxue said coldly from beside the sofa.
"You brat! Not seeing you for a while and you've learned to talk back, haven't you?"
"Who are you calling a brat?" Cheng Tianxue retorted from beside the sofa.
"Wow! Haven't seen you for three days and you've even gotten smarter! You know how to play tricks now."
"Qingsu, can you stop messing around? Just go wash up and sleep," Cheng Tianxue said from beside the sofa.
"Cheng Qingsu, don't force me to lose my cool! My patience is limited. I'll give you three seconds to disappear from my sight!" Cheng Tianxue shouted as she came down the stairs.
"I think so too! Listen up, Cheng Qingsu, don't push me to the edge!" Cheng Tianxue hissed coldly from the sofa.
"You dare to copy me, you're asking for trouble!" Cheng Tianxue, who had come down the stairs, exploded in anger.
She snatched the chicken feather blanket from nearby and struck out at the Cheng Tianxue sitting on the sofa.
