At ten that night, Zhang Yuanqing turned his head toward the bedside table. The digital alarm clock read 21:15.
"I understand." Zhang Yuanqing replied succinctly.
With Aunt beside him, he did not say much. After hanging up, he said to Jiang Yu'er:
"Today's game ends here."
Aunt shot him a sidelong glance and curled her lip. "Was that big-chested vixen looking for you?"
"Get lost!" Zhang Yuanqing spat in her face. "I'm going to sleep now. You should go back to your room and rest too."
Aunt refused to leave, her brows rising. "You haven't been home in days. You finally came back, so you have to play with me until midnight tonight. I'm not done having fun yet. Even if—even if you have a girlfriend now, you can't forget your mother."
"You're only my aunt, not my mother," Zhang Yuanqing corrected.
When being tough did not work, Aunt switched tactics. She twisted her body and coquettishly pleaded, "Just one more round~"
Who could refuse an aunt who loved to act cute? Unfortunately, Zhang Yuanqing had business to attend to.
Without wasting words on her, he strode over, slipped an arm beneath Aunt's knees, scooped her up sideways, and headed straight out of the room.
"Hey, put me down! You have no respect for your elders." Jiang Yu'er struggled with all her might, her long legs kicking wildly as she angrily tried to claw at her nephew's face.
Little Doubi, perched on her head, hurriedly pummeled her head with its tiny fists.
In the living room, Grandfather and grandmother were watching television in reading glasses. When grandmother saw her daughter being carried out by her grandson, she frowned.
"Mom, Yuanzi is bullying me." Jiang Yu'er falsely accused him first, kicking up a fuss for good measure.
But her nephew's iron