In the Lin family mansion, a bright cackle tore through the serenity of the weekend.
Lin FenXiang tiredly rubbed his face with his palm and heaved a sigh. Snapping his head, he faced the first floor of the mansion where Lin QingLan's voice came from.
“Shut up!“ He yelled, wishing for her to just stop already.
“Hell, no!“ Lin QingLan answered, pure glee oozing from her voice.
“You have done this for the tenth time today!“ Lin FenXiang yelled once more, his lofty composure thrown into the wind. “Just stop!“
“I'm sorry, but, 'Your Highness the First Princess, destiny has made us meet again. Do you and I share a fate?' Is ridiculous and so cute, especially coming out of your mouth!“
“Shut up!“
Mother Lin paused in her tracks, her brows pulled together in a confused frown as she observed her son and daughter.
“A'Xiang, Lan'er, what's going on? Why are you two yelling at each other?“