Song Zhiyu stood in the room like a little wife, slightly lowering his head, twisting his hands, and occasionally glancing at his big brother from the corner of his eye.
Wow, ever since Big Brother took the position, his presence has become even stronger. Just standing there without speaking is like being roasted over a fire.
Song Zhiyu rubbed his burning backside, grimacing. Seeing Song Zhiyuan looking over, he immediately stood up straight and put on a fawning smile.
"B-Big Brother."
Song Zhiyuan let out a cold chuckle.
Song Zhiyu gritted his teeth, plopping to his knees, and said, "Big Brother, I was wrong. If you're going to punish me, just do it swiftly. I promise I won't report it to Mother."
"Oh, you tried to climb a wall for an Oiran, and you think you still have the face to complain?" Song Zhiyuan sneered, "Song Zhiyu, you have a lot of nerve."
