The next day, Grandpa called.

His voice was loud, shouting, "If that person dares to abuse my grandson, hmph, I'll make her regret it."

My dad smiled apologetically, "How could that be? You're overthinking it."

Mom chopped on the cutting board loudly.

She coldly snorted, "I'm the wicked stepmother, always plotting against her precious grandson."

"If you dare, don't eat the food I cook."

In the evening, my brother came back from tutoring and immediately took out the candies his teacher had rewarded him with.

I popped a candy into my mouth, the sweetness filling my taste buds.

As I chewed, oh no, the candy got stuck on my teeth, it hurt!

I tried to pick it out with my hand, but couldn't reach it, I was in pain, tears welling up in my eyes.

Unable to bear it, I walked over to my brother, opening my mouth wide to show him.

My brother put down his pen, held my chin, tilted his head to look, lightly picked out the candy.

Ah, relief!

I wiped my sticky hand on my brother's pants.

My brother rubbed my head with his palm, chuckling, "You're such a little messy one."

His thick black eyebrows raised, his thin lips pursed nicely.

I leaned against my brother.

Mom walked over, sternly saying, "Xiaoyu, go away!"

My brother said, "It's okay, Auntie, no problem."

Mom picked me up with a cold face, "Focus on your studies, don't later accuse us of deliberately disturbing you."

My brother lowered his head sadly.