"Brother, go get me a cup of milk tea. You know the routine, less ice, half sugar." After finishing an apple, Ye Qing lazily lay on the sofa, bossing Ye Qiu around.
"Aren't you on a diet?" Ye Qiu asked expressionlessly.
"So skinny, what's there to diet for? Just go get it if your sister asks." Ye Peilin frowned at Ye Qiu.
"It's so late, let's just order delivery." Ye Qiu suggested.
"I don't want to," Ye Qing refused. "The delivery guy might spill my milk tea, and who knows what they'll do to it on the way."
"Exactly, it's cleaner if one of us goes. Hurry, your sister's leaving soon." Mom, Han Hui, chimed in to support her daughter. Ye Qiu reluctantly stood up and held out his hand.
"What?" Ye Qing looked at him blankly.
"Money."
"Don't you still have money?" Ye Qing pouted, preparing to get her wallet.
But Ye Peilin stopped her: "Asking your sister for money to buy a cup of milk tea? What about the living expenses we give you? What have you been doing with it?"
