Liu Meijuan giggled and wiped his mouth with a tissue.

"Drink slowly, no one's going to take it from you."

Su Mingqiang's throat moved.

He reached out his hand, wanting to take an apple.

I'm a little thirsty...

"Smack!"

Liu Meijuan's hand lashed out at the back of his hand like a whip.

Su Ming forcefully pulled his hand back, the back of his hand burning with pain.

"Big brother!"

Liu Meijuan's eyes widened, and her voice suddenly rose eight octaves.

"These fruits are so expensive! They're for Mingde to nourish his body! Are you trying to steal food from a sick person?! Aren't you even human?!"

Su Mingde groaned at the opportune moment, clutching his leg, which was in a cast.

"Ouch, my leg is starting to hurt again..."

Look at this!

Liu Meijuan immediately jumped up, like a mother hen protecting her chicks.

"Look what you've done! You've made Mingde so angry he's in pain! Brother, I'm not trying to be mean, but you're being incredibly inconsiderate!"

Su Mingqiang sat on the low stool, feeling all the blood rush to his head.

He stared intently at his younger brother's face.

Where is there even a trace of pain?

There was only barely concealed smugness and mockery.

"Su Mingde!"

He suddenly stood up, kicking the stool over to the ground.

"Don't pretend! You were lively and energetic the day we separated!"

Su Mingde's expression instantly darkened.

He slowly sat up straight, and the weakness in his eyes vanished.

"Brother, watch your attitude. This is my home."

"Your home?"

Su Mingqiang's voice trembled.

"You, who rose to power through prostitution, what gives you the right to swagger around in front of me?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Meijuan immediately became displeased.

"Oh, so you're after me? You believe I'll call my men right now and throw you out?"

Su Mingqiang was speechless.

He then remembered that he had come here to ask for a favor.