Liu villa.
It was a happy weekend, but there was a grim silence in the Liu villa today. Two figures were carefully sizing up their opponent and the last piece of dumpling on a plate.
Jian gravely covered touched his chin, staring between the dumpling and his grandfather.
Liu Hai's sharp gaze also refused to leave the dumpling out of his sight.
It was war.
Nuo, who was doing some online shopping with her grandmother, Liu Chunhua, helplessly sighed. "It's just one dumpling. Finish it already."
Jian exhaled. "You don't understand the gravity of this situation, Nuo."
"Indeed," Liu Hai agreed.
"The only gravity of this situation is that you not freeing up that plate since fifteen minutes now," she scowled.
She looked around and found Nian lying on the couch all lethargic and lost. "Bro, why are you acting like a tragic Romeo?"
Nian was close to tears. "I might have struck my own foot with the ax! Leave me alone!"
