An Ning's smug look made An Guoming grind his teeth in frustration.
But he couldn't beat her in a fight, and he didn't dare try.
And it seemed he couldn't win an argument against her either.
An Guoming could only feel his status in the family plummeting by the day.
After breakfast, everyone went to their respective chores.
Under An Ning's supervision, An Guoming began his long day.
As for An Ning, she ambled along behind him, a small willow switch in hand, reciting passages from her language arts and politics textbooks.
Whenever An Guoming slowed down or tried to slack off, An Ning would expertly flick the willow switch.
CRACK! The switch would strike an object right next to An Guoming, leaving behind a mark as thick as a finger.
"You're trying to murder your own brother!"
An Ning came up from behind, looking disapproving. She pointed to the mark on the wall and said, "Second Brother, how can you not trust me?"
