The two brothers were arguing fiercely over a single sofa. Old Mrs. Ye and Old Mr. Ye exchanged glances, both seeing the helplessness in each other's eyes.
In the end, they resorted to a childish game of rock-paper-scissors to decide who would get the sofa for the night. With a best-of-three, Ye Rongyuan won and gleefully arranged his pillow and blanket on the sofa.
Despite his tall frame making the sofa feel narrow, he was not at all uncomfortable. In fact, he felt quite smug and quietly teased his second brother, "Second Brother, you should go sleep on the big bed in the next room. How could a big star like you squeeze onto this tiny sofa?"
The sarcastic tone made Ye Liyuan's rare displeasure show. He pursed his lips and looked down at his brother lying on the sofa, feeling the urge to drag him off. However, a promise is a promise, and he wouldn't go back on his word.
However—