At eight in the morning, Xie Mi got up feeling refreshed. As she ate the four dishes and soup Old Bai had made, she looked at Li Meiyan and Xie Lian lying on the sofa, so weak they seemed half dead, and asked in confusion.
"What's wrong with those two? They haven't said a word today."
Old Bai replied respectfully, "Miss, Madam and the young master are naturally quiet."
Li Meiyan and Xie Lian shot upright: Who are you calling naturally quiet?!!!
They had spent all night knocking on her door yesterday, and had even brought a hammer to bash it, yet there hadn't been a single sound from inside!!
Watching Xie Mi finish breakfast and head out looking fresh with her gym bag on her back, Li Meiyan gritted her teeth.
"Looks like she's seen through our tricks. She came prepared last night and slept with headphones on."
"She even predicted that? If she's that good, are we sure we still want to take her head-on..." Xie Lian hesitated.
Li Meiyan slapped her son on the back, cried out in pain, then hurriedly switched hands to slap him again.
"Listen carefully, son. This is the first lesson Mom's teaching you: never admit defeat, no matter what. If you admit defeat, then you've really lost."
Xie Lian opened his mouth, speechless.
What did she mean, if you admitted defeat, then you'd really lost?
Wasn't admitting defeat... already losing?
Listening to her words was truly like listening to her words.
"Son, what's gotten into you these past two days? Why are you suddenly so scared of Xie Mi?" Li Meiyan asked with a puzzled frown.
This time, Xie Lian said nothing.
He couldn't exactly say that seeing the Stocking Face graffiti on his bedroom wall had brought back painful childhood memories,