Ning Ansheng saw that he was banging on the brick bed and sighed. "Isn't Sister going to the county office tomorrow?"
Ning Anhui's eyes lit up. "Sister is going to complain to the county magistrate?"
Ning Ansheng patted him with a book. "What are you talking about? What do you mean by 'complaining'? She is going to just mention it when we are chatting."
Ning Anhui locked himself under the blanket. "Big Brother, I realized that you've changed recently. You've become more cunning."
Ning Ansheng glared at him and continued reading.
Perhaps it was because he was tired from the day, or perhaps it was because he was born with good sleep quality, Ning Anhui blinked a few times and quickly fell asleep.