Hearing the all-too-familiar voices, Ye Luochen looked up.
The newcomers were none other than the siblings Xiao Hongchen and Meng Hongchen.
"Why are you back?"
Ye Luochen asked.
"The tournament's over?"
At that, an immensely proud expression swiftly appeared on Xiao Hongchen's face. He seemed so pleased with himself he was practically about to ascend to immortality. The corners of his mouth curled up as he replied:
"It's over."
"Good." Ye Luochen nodded, then said:
"I was in deep meditation for too long, so my body is somewhat weak. I still need some more time to recover..."
"No, who asked you?"
Before Ye Luochen could finish, Xiao Hongchen swiftly cut him off.
"Who asked whether you went into deep meditation? Why are you talking about deep meditation?"
"You did," Meng Hongchen mercilessly exposed him from the side.
"The moment you came in, you asked Ye Luochen why he was bedridden."
Xiao Hongchen's face immediately darkened. Turning around, he snapped:
"Meng Hongchen, whose side are you on?"
Unfortunately, Meng Hongchen did not buy that at all. Instead, she moved even closer with a mischievous grin.
"Why are you in such a hurry, my dear brother?"
"Could it be because you really wanted to show off your tournament results, only to find that he wasn't interested at all and had no intention of taking the conversation in that direction?
And on top of that, he went through deep meditation again and received a huge stroke of fortune. Are you jealous?"
Listening to Meng Hongchen, Xiao Hongchen's face alternated between green and red. His teeth clenched tightly as he tried several times to speak, yet ultimately could not say a word.
There was nothing he could do.
The siblings had grown up together, and Meng Hongchen knew him far too well.
The moment