Zhao Xiaoshu didn't move.
Just as Zhao Dahe's patience was wearing thin, Zhao Xiaoshu shifted a bit and spoke up, "Second brother, you want to sleep in my room, but you're not being polite to me at all."
The second brother is mother's favorite son, if he angers the second brother, what would mother do?
If mother scolds him, then it would prove that what she said isn't real.
Zhao Xiaoshu quietly waited for his second brother to get angry.
But for a while there was no reaction.
Then, he heard the rustling sound of his second brother undressing.
"Second brother, are you angry?" Zhao Xiaoshu asked.
"You're so pitiful, I can't bear to be angry with you. Besides, mother wasn't wrong, I live at school and only come back during my monthly holiday. Leaving the room empty is a waste, so I graciously let you have it," Zhao Dahe mumbled, "You better be grateful and remember how kind I've been to you."
Zhao Dahe's reaction was completely different from what Zhao Xiaoshu had expected.
