Huo Xiaoran was only 29 years old, but his mentality was abnormally old. This made Huo Zhou, who was always feeling 18 years old, feel very ashamed.
"Don't forget that you're still single. You don't have a wife, children, or a family. I really don't know where your vicissitudes came from," Huo Zhou teased him.
Huo Xiaoran grabbed his hair and tried to transfer the explosive pain in his head through self-abuse.
"I'm different from you!" Huo Xiaoran replied casually.
"How are we different? They're all single," Huo Zhou said.
Huo Xiaoran said, "Zhou Zhou, I'm very envious of you. You're very well protected by aunt and uncle. Even though you're over 30 years old, you're still a bright youth."
Huo Zhou pulled Huo Xiaoran up and said, "Stop talking nonsense. I see that your head hurts badly. I'll send you to the hospital."
Huo Xiaoran had never cared about her body. "I'm fine. It's just the aftereffects of drinking."
