Tang Anzhi didn't stay at home for long. After having a meal with her son, she said to Huangfu Yinteng, "Tengteng, go to your brother's room to pack some underwear for him and bring it to the hospital later."
She knew her eldest son's nature very well; he's very particular about cleanliness. If he wakes up tomorrow, he's definitely going to want a change by tomorrow night.
"Okay." Huangfu Yinteng responded, hoping that his older brother wouldn't beat him up because that germaphobe doesn't like anyone entering his room, let alone rummaging through his things.
Even though he was quite capable physically, compared to his older brother, there was no denying it: he couldn't beat his brother. Within ten moves, he'd probably be knocked out.
His brother was something else; taught by the same martial arts master, taking the exact same lessons, yet he was stronger. Just thinking about it brought tears to his eyes.
