Ouch. Even at his age, he still had such a short fuse. Shen Weimin rubbed his leg, which had taken a solid kick. 'He already kicked me,' he thought. 'That should be enough to cool him off, right?'
"I was wondering why your mother kept praising their girl today, and why your father was even chiming in. So it was you, you brat, pulling the strings behind the scenes."
Shen Weimin didn't deny it.
'On an occasion like today, having lunch together surrounded by elders Uncle Xu trusts… it would have been strange if his mom *hadn't* gone on the offensive.'
"No."
"How about you kick me a few more times?"
"You think my foot doesn't hurt?" Mr. Shi's head shook back and forth like a rattle. "No! Absolutely not!"
"Why not? Think about it. My parents adore her. I'm the third son, the one in the middle, so my parents might not even want to live with me in the future.
