"Mom, sis, what are you doing?" Ye Jian angrily looked at Mom Si Yue and elder sister Ye Qinglian standing by the bed. He was sleeping soundly, when the two of them, without any greeting, pulled off his quilt.
His elder sister was even pinching and pulling his ears relentlessly, which, to someone with a bad temper upon waking like him, was the most intolerable thing.
"Xiao Jian, hurry, hurry, get dressed..." Si Yue forcefully pulled her son upward, urgently saying, "If you don't get up now, it will be too late. Quickly."
Ye Jian's eyes instantly widened: "Mom, Great Grandpa... has passed away?"
"You child, always making wild guesses. Grandpa is still in a deep sleep; it's your elder brother and Qing Zhu, Qing He, Luo Ye, and a group coming for you to settle accounts.
