Ye Xingguang sneaked a look at the man on the bed who held her arrogantly, before she could speak, Ye Junqing took the words out of her mouth: "I'm not by the bed, I'm on it."
Ye Xingguang's heart jumped nervously, she wished she could shut his mouth. Ye Shiting's indifferent voice came from the phone: "Stop beating around the bush, take care of your little sister properly, or I'll kick you out."
"I will, if she gives me a chance." Before his elder brother, Ye Junqing couldn't help but feel a bit aggrieved.
Ye Shiting detected his frustration and laughed, throwing two words at him: "Serves you right."
Then, he ruthlessly hung up the phone.
It did serve him right, Ye Junqing added in his heart, but still wanted to argue for a stay of execution: "Since our brother explained it in the call, shouldn't I be believed?"