After hanging up the phone, two pairs of eyes turned towards him. Eric raised his eyebrows and asked, "What are you two looking at me for?"
Anyang was puzzled, "Doesn't she only have one sister?"
Eric thought for a moment and said, "He's not my biological brother, but he's almost like one."
Anyang was confused, "What do you mean?"
Eric scratched his head and said, "I don't know how to explain this, but it's almost like a real brother."
After he finished speaking, he lowered his head and looked at the person under the table, "Xiao Ci, come out first, Shen Mo will be here soon."
An Ci crossed her legs with her hands, resting her chin on her knees, as if she hadn't heard him. "I want a strawberry milkshake. Can you buy me one?"
Eric was at a loss for words. "Grandpa, where can I buy you a strawberry milkshake now? I'll buy it for you tomorrow, okay?"
"No." An Ci frowned and said angrily, "I want to drink it now."
Eric was too lazy to care, so he stood up, pulled out a chair and sat down, "Then wait for your brother to come and buy it for you."
After a while, hurried footsteps were heard from the stairwell.
Eric and the others turned around and saw a man running up the stairs in a hurry. His delicate features were distinct and three-dimensional, and his ink-like eyes were tinged with a rare hint of anxiety.
Shen Mo ran over and looked at Eric, "Where are the people?"
Eric pointed under the dining table and said, "Here, sit down there." Then he moved aside to make room for him.
Shen Mo walked forward, knelt on one knee on the ground, and looked at the person curled up under the table, "Baby."
An Ci was drunk and drowsy. She heard someone calling her in a daze. She raised her head slowly. The next second, when she saw the person coming, her eyes lit up.
"elder brother."
The cold voice became soft and sticky because of being drunk, and paired with her bright eyes, she looked so well-behaved.
Shen Mo's heart softened. He opened his hands to her and said, "Come here, let's go home."
An Ci raised his hand, then retracted it the next second, with a conflicted expression on his face.
Shen Mo did not withdraw his hand and asked patiently, "What's wrong?"
"I want a strawberry milkshake." An Ci pointed at Eric and complained, "He won't buy it for me."
Eric, "..."
He was wrong. He should have knocked her out and dragged her back.
Shen Mo raised his lips and said, "I'll buy it for you. Come out first."
An Ci looked at him with sparkling eyes, "Do you want to buy it now?"
"Buy it tomorrow."
As soon as he finished speaking, An Ci's eyes dimmed instantly, like a wilted sunflower.
Shen Mo took off the watch and handed it to her, shaking it, "Baby, if you behave, I'll give it to you."
An Ci looked at the watch and her eyes lit up again. She snatched the watch away and played with it lovingly.
Then she looked at Shen Mo again, smiling, "For me?"
Shen Mo said "hmm" and spread his hands towards her, "Come here, brother."
An Ci clutched the watch in her hand and crawled over quickly. At the same time, Shen Mo also saw the wound on her forehead.
The bleeding had stopped, but it was still red and swollen.
Shen Mo frowned, a trace of heartache flashed across the depths of his eyes. He reached out and took her into his arms, then turned to look at Eric, "Did you let her drink?"
His deep eyes were filled with murderous intent, as if if he said yes, he would have to report to the King of Hell the next second.
Eric felt a chill on his back and said quickly, "It has nothing to do with me. She insisted on drinking it and I couldn't stop her. Besides, who knew she couldn't handle a glass of white wine?"
"elder brother."
The person in his arms suddenly grabbed his clothes and called him softly.
Shen Mo immediately turned his gaze back to her, his expression softening a lot, "What's wrong?"
An Ci pouted and muttered, "The elders gave me a lot of homework, but no one helped me with it."
Looking at that little expression, if you didn't know her, you would think she had suffered a great injustice.
Shen Mo smiled dumbly, still pampering her like he did when they were little. It's okay, "I'll help you write it."
"Also, when Song Yuan and I play Landlord, they always win." An Ci said as she grabbed his hand and smiled sweetly, "Can you lend me some luck?"
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