A wooden hut?
Muwuma?
Mua?
"Ugh, that really is disgusting! What kind of lousy name did this brat come up with? An onomatopoeia, too?" Ouyang looked at Leng Qingsong with a shudder of revulsion, contempt in his eyes.
He had never expected their second brother, with his thick brows and big eyes, to secretly be such a flirt.
Leng Qingsong felt Ouyang's malicious gaze on him, bewildered. Though he had no idea what his elder brother was thinking, he had a nagging feeling his elder brother was making things up about him.
With matters here settled, Ouyang finally turned his attention to Chen Changsheng, who was already as dumbstruck as a wooden chicken.
The brat had been as quiet as the dead for a while now. Surely the blow had not been so great that it had left him witless?
Ouyang walked up to Chen Changsheng, bent down to peer at his vacant gaze, and waved a hand in front of his face.
"Eldest Senior Brother, is it over?" Chen Changsheng asked blankly, looking at the sky.
"Yes, it's over. It isn't time for it to begin yet," Ouyang said.
"Oh..." Chen Changsheng murmured, then looked up at the sky again, his thoughts unknown.
Even without Chen Changsheng saying anything, Ouyang understood that the brat was surely weathering a fierce storm of thoughts.
"Eldest Senior Brother, I always felt that as long as I stayed one step ahead of calamity, it wouldn't happen. But only now do I realize that calamity is always one step ahead of me. What should I do?" Chen Changsheng stared straight at Ouyang and asked calmly.
"That's a good question. Hold on, let me think!" Ouyang propped his chin on one hand and considered the question.
Under Chen Changsheng's expectant gaze, Ouyang thought for a