"Bang!"
The cup in Tian Xin's hand smashed heavily onto the table, breaking it into pieces.
"What's this? Did you guys come here just to laugh at me?"
The Gallic Person chuckled and said, "What are you talking about? We're all good friends and brothers here. Who doesn't know about each other's situation? Who can laugh at whom? We're just feeling like it's unfair for you, scared that something which should belong to you might get taken away by some pretty-faced human boy."
"Do you think I don't already know what you're saying?" Tian Xin's expression slightly improved, though his face still showed frustration as he continued, *"The hardest part is, I don't know what kind of spell that pretty boy cast on my aunt. She listens to his every word, and I have no way to deal with him."*
