Jiang Beici thought that his brotherly affection was ultimately misplaced.
He watched helplessly as his cellphone was taken from him and then, under his elder brother's watchful eye, had no choice but to head to the dining table.
He muttered softly, "It's not like you don't know I dislike soybeans, what's this 'like cures like'? I have human hands, not pig trotters…"
Jiang Beiyu heard him and added in a bland tone, "Eat more, soybeans are high in protein."
Jiang Beici: "…"
Young Master Jiang's tears streamed down his face, thinking that he could no longer stand this home.
However, his nightmare hadn't ended yet. His elder brother, who had inexplicably come home, had just taken a few steps upstairs when he suddenly came back, looked solemnly at his younger brother, and said, "I heard you hurt your hand playing basketball when you skipped class?"
Jiang Beici: Danger!
