Su Qiao poked her head out from beside him. "You can't beat him."
Cen Xingyuan gave her younger brother a resentful look and dejectedly drooped her shoulders.
"Looks like you already know him very well. This guy is a complete psychopath. Anyone who tries to snatch something from him is bound to die horribly."
At home, uncles, older and younger cousins, brothers, and the like had already filled an entire sanatorium.
The rest had either been thrown in jail, where they would not be getting out for decades, or forcibly packed off to Africa.
All of that was the result of trying to snatch things from him.
Looking at Su Qiao's big, dark, grape-like eyes, Cen Xingyuan suddenly had an idea. Somewhat excitedly, she asked, "Xiao Qiao, do you have any older or younger sisters at home?"
Su Qiao was a little dumbfounded and shook her head.
"You don't?" Cen Xingyuan was somewhat disappointed.
"What about older or younger brothers?"
Su Qiao shook her head again.
"None of those either?" Cen Xingyuan was about to fall into complete despair.
Su Qiao thought about it.
She did, in fact, have an older male cousin who looked somewhat like her and had a naturally baby-faced appearance.
"Does an older male cousin count?"
An older male cousin?
Cen Xingyuan suddenly perked up again. "Your genes are similar enough. He counts."
Su Qiao: "..."
"Xiao Qiao, when can we meet the parents?" Cen Xingyuan asked urgently, reaching out to take Su Qiao's hand.
Cen Mohan hurriedly pushed her away. "Go away. Don't scare her."
"She's just like this. She likes joking around. You can take what she says into consideration for a little longer."
Huh?
Had she heard wrong, or had he misspoken?
Cen Xingyuan patted her shoulder. "It's fine. He's always like that.