Mianmian stretched out her little hand and patted his shoulder. "Big Brother, you really have it tough."
"Right? I have to shoulder such a heavy burden at the age of one. If word gets out, it'll move heaven and earth, and people will praise me as a model of filial piety."
Mianmian propped her chin in her hands. "I'm not having it easy either. I'm three, and I have to shoulder the burden of buying a house."
"Ai."
"Ai."
The brother and sister sighed in unison. Sure enough, being the Young Master and young Miss of a wealthy household wasn't all that easy.
Ying Xi, who had in fact been there all along without being noticed, was in the outer room beyond a curtain of beads, digging her fingers hard into the flesh of her own thigh just to suppress her laughter.
Honestly, ever since the little Miss learned to talk, her thighs had been covered in bruises.
There was no helping it. If she didn't pinch herself, her laughter would run wild straight into the little Miss's ears.
