At this moment, Chichi knew his sister was angry. Even he felt the pain from that kick earlier and couldn't help but tug at Tangtang's sleeve.
His meaning was clear: let's leave it at that. But Tangtang, with a face full of frustration, said, "Stop being softhearted! It's fortunate I was here today. What if I wasn't?"
"You've got to change this temperament of yours."
She threw the bouquet onto the ground as she finished. Chichi glanced at it, his mouth twitching slightly. He knew that if the flowers had hit him, he'd surely get hurt.
And if he got hurt, his family could never bear to see it. So, feeling a bit guilty for almost failing to protect himself, he grew silent. From a young age, he had understood that the pain he suffered would be felt tenfold by his family's hearts.
Thus, he was always extra cautious, never daring to let himself get hurt. Faced with Tangtang's piercing gaze, Chichi dared not speak again.
