"Because you have a check-up for your Spiritual Combing this afternoon. It's urgent, so you can't be here."
"Bro, you can't do this!"
"I can," Mo Si said matter-of-factly. "I most certainly can."
"Bro, don't be like this! Look at your poor, pitiful sister! I'm really, really—"
"You'll still be sick tomorrow."
"Bro! I—"
"The day after tomorrow, too."
"How can you do this?! You're such a dictator!"
"Make it four days."
Mo Chengyu fell silent.
In the end, justice was no match for tyranny, and she surrendered.
Mo Chengyu scurried upstairs in defeat. As she went, her cheeks were puffed with rage, and she looked as if she wanted to take a bite out of Mo Si.
The moment she returned to her room, her expression changed completely as she switched into full-on gossip mode.
'Wow, Bro was in such a hurry to get rid of me! He definitely wants to be alone! He must be afraid I'll see a side of him he doesn't usually show!'
