One second everything was fine, and then suddenly he was scowling.
Wyatt Hale sighed deeply.
Life had become increasingly difficult, and he had never, like now, so desperately longed for school to start.
He sat back down on the carpet in front of the sofa and continued to play his game, but when his brother passed by, he couldn't help but kick him.
"Brother?" Wyatt was flabbergasted.
"You're in the way."
"..."
Wyatt bit his lip, wanting to get angry but not daring to, and could only huff and turn back to his room.
If he couldn't fight back, couldn't he at least hide?
Feeling wronged, he even posted a selfie looking downcast on his social media, hoping the older members and cousins of his family would see it and feel sympathy for him, pity him, and maybe even...
Give him a little reward.
But it turned out that his uncle was the first to comment: "Wyatt, why does this photo of yours look so bewitched?"
After that, the comment section was filled with nothing but mockery.
