Candy wrinkled her nose, which was rosy from the cold.
"Isn't it normal for kids to want to have a snowball fight?"
Casually sticking his shovel into the pile of snow, Mo Jingchun glanced at the defiant Candy and said in a calm tone:
"Well said!"
Just as Candy thought her brother was convinced by her reasoning, his next words completely deflated her.
"Only little kids have snowball fights; you're already a mature first-grader."
"So... what does a snowball fight have to do with you?"
"At your age, the biggest connection you have is with homework."
Candy didn't want to say another word, fearing her brother would assign her homework if she did.
Although first-grade homework wasn't challenging for her, her brother clearly knew that too.
So, every time he assigned homework, it was always Chinese, endlessly copying texts.
This was practically torture for her.
Darn it! Trapped by her brother again.
