Shen Mosheng watched, baffled, as his brother laughed so hard he was falling over, completely devoid of dignity. He couldn't see what was so funny.
"Stinky brother, I'm getting bullied, and you're still laughing," Han Yingying felt so wronged.
How was this coming to help her? He was clearly here to bully her in tandem!
Yet Han Zishi laughed even more joyfully.
Ever since they were little, his greatest pleasure had been to: make his sister cry, console her, then make her cry again, and so on in a cycle.
It could be said that Han Yingying's tendency to cry easily was largely thanks to him.
He glanced at Han Yingying, with her reddened eyes full of grievance, and then at Han Zishi, who was leaning back with laughter.
Shen Mosheng silently pressed down on Han Zishi's head until he was at the same height as Han Yingying.
"Yingying, take your revenge."
Han Yingying immediately began mussing up her own brother's hair with fervor.