Su Haoran hung up the phone at lightning speed.

He would never go to Fifth Brother's place!

Fifth Brother is a germaphobe. He sees himself as if he were a giant, living virus, and he wishes he could spray himself to death with disinfectant.

Only after hanging up the phone did I realize I had forgotten to remind my niece.

I simply sent a message via WeChat:

"Your fifth uncle is a germaphobe. Don't mess up the sofa, or he'll get angry, and it's terrifying!"

Finally, a horrifying picture was added.

After receiving the message, Su Miaomiao looked at the sofa that she had messed up. Her fifth uncle had seen it too, but hadn't said anything.

She took a picture of the sofa in its current state and sent it to Su Haoran.

"No! Fifth Uncle saw the sofa like this, but didn't say anything."

"..."

After a moment of silence, Su Haoran suddenly exploded and pulled out his phone to call Su Yunfeng.

"explain!"

"Am I still your most beloved little brother? Why don't you mind at all when Miaomiao messes up the sofa, but you take the sofa apart and clean it when I sit on it? Is this how you treat people differently?"

"Miaomiao is so fragrant and soft, and you! Ha! Useless!"

Su Yunfeng hung up the phone and continued cooking, completely unaware that his words had hurt his younger brother's fragile heart.

Su Haoran was numb!

"Su, Yun, Feng—"

He suddenly let out a howl, startling Grandma Su, who was pruning potted plants.

"You brat, are you crazy?! Why are you suddenly calling me Fifth Brother?"

"...It's nothing! I just missed him..."

Su Haoran, with tears in his eyes, retreated into seclusion.

He's up to no good!

Seeing that Uncle Qi wasn't replying to her messages, Su Miaomiao didn't ask what he was doing, but went straight back to the live streaming app.

She's going to watch a food vlogger's live stream!