For a kid as sensible as Mei Mengchen, Zhenzhen felt more heartache for him than just thinking he's mature—after all, if a child his age still had parents around, would he ever have to worry about these things? He's still at the age for acting spoiled.
Zhenzhen gently patted her little brother's head and said, "It's okay, like I've said, Chenchen doesn't need to worry about all that with me, you're nowhere near being a third wheel for me and Ziyu, besides it's nice for us to hang out together, Chenchen isn't…"
Zhenzhen was interrupted by her brother before she could finish, "But Chenchen's got a ton of lessons to take, so I can't play anyway."
