Xia Zhihuai placed the milk bottle on the table and looked down at the small pendant in his palm, feeling as if he was holding a piece of ice.
Huang Xikong, filled with disdain, waved his hand lightly, and the television automatically turned on.
Xia Zhihuai looked at him speechlessly, dissatisfied as he sat on the sofa and said, “This is my home.”
“So what?” Huang Xikong casually switched channels on the TV.
Xia Zhihuai didn’t know what to complain about and sighed deeply.
“Do as you please.”
Huang Xikong shifted his gaze back to the television and couldn’t help but comment, “Your lives are truly colorful now.”
“Naturally,” Xia Zhihuai replied.
Xia Zhihuai put the snacks on the table into a box and called out to the bathroom, “Wanwan, are you done yet?”
After a while, an angry voice came from the toilet.
“Brother, stop rushing me. If you rush me, I won’t be able to go.”
Xia Zhihuai was speechless. “…”
Huang Xikong sneered. “Hmph.”