Guantang Villa
Inside the room, a certain little rascal is clutching a pen, scratching his head as he stares at a chemistry problem in front of him. Out of the corner of his eye, he glances at the person sitting beside him, who is holding a phone, looking calm...
Perhaps noticing his attention, he raises his brows and lifts his gaze to look at him. His gaze shifts, and the frames reflect a cold point of light.
Silent, yet carrying a strong sense of pressure.
"Have you finished your homework?"
"No, not yet." That little rascal felt dizzy almost.
"Then hurry up and finish." Jiang Mutang raised his hand and lightly tapped him on the head.
Remembering when he was young, his daily routine was sitting on a small stool at the door, waiting for his brother to get home from school. He would buy him delicious food, take him out to play, and when others bullied him, he would stand up for himself. But now...
No one dares to bully him outside!
