Chen Wenhao, Chen Dongnuan, and a bespectacled boy around eight or nine years old were standing by the gate.
Before Yang Gang could say anything, Yang Fei had already run over. She took a look at the little boy. "Could this child be...?"
"Yes, let me introduce you properly. This is my little brother, Chen Wenhua, who was born after our parents moved abroad. A few days ago when we came back to China, he was still attending his courses in the United Kingdom. Now that they're over, he's been brought back by a servant."
"Oh, so he's your little brother. He's so handsome," Yang Fei said.
"Ciao," said the little boy, pushing his glasses up his nose.
"Huh?"
Chen Wenhao slapped the back of the little boy's head. "Speak properly!"
The little boy became angry and muttered something incomprehensible.
Chen Dongnuan rubbed her forehead. "Ah, here we go again."