Yan Hao said to Yan Tao, "You should talk to your little sister privately first. If she doesn't agree, then tell mom and dad. The way you're doing it, little sister will hate you to death."
Yan Tao grimaced, "I'm afraid of her hatred, but I'm starting to hate her myself."
"What happened?" Yan Hao asked.
"It's her, always blabbing to mom and dad about me liking Xia Lin and about my plan to be a train conductor, and now Xia Lin won't even talk to me," grumbled Yan Tao, harboring a longstanding resentment toward his sister.
Yan Hao sighed, at a loss for words.
Yan Tao had not become a train conductor and was now working at Father Yan's factory, constantly under his father's watchful eye, which was quite depressing.
Meanwhile, Sun Yuhua had returned home, smoothly entering the house. Sun Mu's eyes widened when she saw her daughter, then she too began to cry.
"Mom," Sun Yuhua's eyes also reddened.
