Chapter 90 Women's Association

"The feeling of being misunderstood by Sang Qi isn't too great, is it?" Sang Shixi's voice was cool, and I could detect a hint of sarcasm.

I turned around, grinning: "How could I tell it's not great?"

"You just like to show off your strength," he said.

He might as well just say I loved to play the Big Tail Eagle.

I didn't care, it was already like this anyway.

I crawled back into bed to continue sleeping, with no idea what Sang Shixi was doing.

No matter how much he helped me, I wouldn't be grateful to him.

He owed me.

As soon as I closed my eyes, Sang Qi's tear-stained eyes appeared in my mind, lingering persistently, refusing to dissipate.

I still slept until the sun was high in the sky before getting up, I was the most badass in the house, as each younger generation member had to visit the old man's room in the morning to pay their respects.

I just wouldn't go. Sang Qi and Sang Shixi would be off to work, getting up very early in the morning.