Huang Sichao sighed and sat down on the couch, pulling out a book. He couldn't even start reading, however, when someone plopped down right next to him. Sichao looked up at Haoming, who had his arms crossed and a pout on his face. The older of the two sighed and took off his glasses.
"What happened this time?" Sichao asked, closing his book. With whatever drama Haoming brought, he knew he had to pay attention. If he didn't, Haoming was sure to cause hell.
"I hate Mia," Haoming said. Haoming always complained about the other clan members. "She's the worst. I can't even train someone without her trying to show off."
"Well, to be fair, no one wants to be trained by you," Sichao told him. This made Haoming glare at him. "You're very mean."
"I am not!" Haoming cried out, stomping his foot in frustration. That's another thing. Haoming was known for his childish tantrums. "I am a wonderful person! I am just strict! How are you supposed to train if you can't train correctly?"
