"Do you really talk about your own brother like that?"
Luo Xiaoqiong quickly covered her head. Oh my God, you really shouldn't talk behind someone's back—how could her older brother suddenly appear? Slowly turning around, she forced a smile: "Bro, what brings you here?"
"If I hadn't come, I wouldn't have known this is how you picture me!" bellowed Luo Hongqi.
"Bro, I was just frustrated because you're not living up to expectations. Mom and Dad are almost being driven to their graves by the Zhong Hongying family at home, yet you just had to side with them. Ah, forget it. You won't listen to me anyway. What are you doing here so late?"
"I came out to use the bathroom and saw you, so I came over."
Suddenly, Luo Xiaoqiong remembered she hadn't told her brother that Lin Baohe and Zhao Yulan had arrived. She decided, "Right, bro, Uncle Baohe and Aunt Yulan are here. Do you want to go see them? I need to go back to rehearsal, or should I have Zhao Qiliang take you to see them?"