With the arrival of Isabella Xyler and her group, the living room instantly beca lively.
Benjamin Green eagerly called out to people before rushing towards the girl.
This ti he wised up, not choosing the empty spot next to her, but directly fell into her embrace.
As he suddenly dove into her, Claire Green was knocked back by the montum, and after a mont, she lowered her gaze to look at the little head in her arms, "Get down."
"No, I won’t," Benjamin shook his head like a rattle and even snuggled harder.
Witnessing his reckless behavior, Mason Quinn and George Xyler smirked, even Caleb Green, as an older brother, was ready to watch the show.
"The little devil really is testing Julian’s patience."
"Disobedient children often need a spanking, a little beating will do."
Indeed.
The next second.
Benjamin felt like he was being grasped by the throat of fate as a man lifted him with one hand, pulling him away from Claire Green’s arms.
No doubt about who it was, his little mouth began to howl, "Again with the lifting; put down."
Who would have thought?
Julian Sia chuckled, "Little rascal, let’s talk."
He said this without caring whether the boy agreed and carried him out.
Yet Benjamin couldn’t stop howling with defiance.
"I don’t wanna talk, Brother Julian, you’re too old, there’s a generation gap between us, we can’t talk."
Watching the big and small pair leave, Claire Green had a trace of amusent in her eyes.
Does my brother have to be this childish every ti he sees the little kid?
Sensing so good drama, Mason Quinn and others eagerly followed, leaving only Grandpa Sia and Claire Green in the living room.
"Girl, do you play chess?"
Hearing that.
Claire Green responded with a hum, "A little bit."
If Mason Quinn and John Sinclair knew that, they’d surely snicker.
Your "a little" is a high-level humble brag.
Hearing her answer, Grandpa Sia’s hands were instantly itching, "How about we play a round?"
Seeing the old man’s high spirits, Claire Green couldn’t refuse, obediently finding a Go board, then each took a piece and began to play.
By the ti Julian Sia and the others returned to the living room, the two were already in their third ga.
What’s happening?
Why did they suddenly start playing chess?
Julian Sia knew his grandfather well enough; without thinking, it must have been the old man’s idea.
As the saying goes, "one shouldn’t speak while watching a ga."
Everyone quietly sat on the side watching the match, until Claire Green lost by five pieces, signaling the end.
Julian Sia subtly raised an eyebrow, Claire’s subtle restraint was flawless; if he didn’t know how well his grandfather played chess, he might have believed it.
"Grandpa Sia, you win."
Seeing the joyful elderly man opposite, Claire Green smiled lightly, unfazed by her loss.
Chess is ant to be fun, as long as the elder is happy.
"Haha, girl, your skills aren’t bad," the old man laughed happily, "If your opponent wasn’t , you would have won."
Upon hearing this.
Claire Green’s smile broadened, very cooperative, "Then I’ll try with soone else next ti."
Just as she finished speaking, she t the man’s profound gaze directed at her.
Her red lips curled, eyes showing so amusent, aning unspoken yet clear.
Suddenly.
The doorbell rang.
Isabella Xyler, closest to the door, dragged herself to open it, amazed by the visitor, "Weren’t you supposed to co during New Year?"
John Sinclair: "We thought about it and decided to invite Olivia out to buy New Year’s goods."
Poof.
Laughter echoed from inside the house.
The first ti hearing gentlen from prestigious families buying New Year’s goods themselves.
No surprise, John Sinclair and Sebastian Winn went on to explain, "We’re experiencing life."
At that.
The laughter intensified; experiencing life, my foot.
Even Claire Green chuckled speechlessly, letting them in.
Upon entering, they spotted the elderly man on the sofa, their expressions imdiately turned serious, politely greeting, "Hello, Grandpa Sia."
"Hmm, if you’re inviting the girl to buy New Year’s goods, then go on."
...
Claire Green held onto a little rascal’s hand, leisurely following behind John Sinclair and the others.
Recalling those big n forcibly staying behind by Grandpa Sia, a smile flashed in her eyes.
Upon arriving at the supermarket, she noticed another shopping cart out of the corner of her eye, a wicked smile forming on her lips, she lifted Benjamin Green and placed him inside.
Suddenly sitting inside the shopping cart, Benjamin’s eyes brightened for a mont, then he shyly pursed his lips, "Sister, let down."
Claire Green casually said, "Don’t like it?"
"No, it’s just I..."
"Sit tight."
She said this while casually inserting a hand in her pocket, pushing him forward with the other.
The three who witnessed it exchanged glances, and burst into laughter.
Olivia finally seed full of liveliness now.
Sitting in the cart, Benjamin was only shy for a while, then his eyes began darting around, constantly pointing, "Sister, I want this, this... and that..."
Claire Green continued pushing the cart, promptly eting all his requests, putting everything he wanted into the cart without blinking.
Their high-value combination instantly beca a highlight in the supermarket, constantly attracting discussions and photos.
Initially, Isabella Xyler and the others considered intervening, but seeing the girl shopping in high spirits, they exchanged looks and followed behind.
"Sis, look at that brother-sister pair; their looks are out of this world."
"I also want a buying sister like that."
"The little brother’s eyes are sparkling, but his face is so red, is he shy?"
"Seeing such a cute and well-behaved little brother, I want to rush ho and beat my brother with a slipper."
"At this mont, I don’t know if I want to switch places with the brother or the sister."
The discussion wasn’t quiet, hearing it made Benjamin even more cheerful; indeed, being with sister was better than with brother.
Just after finishing shopping, they noticed a group of people gathered not far off.
Initially disinterested, they were about to leave when a passerby’s words stopped them.
"Is that girl trying to jump?"
"Crazy, this is the sixth floor, one jump from here..."
"Sigh, can’t really bla the girl; her parents are really the worst."
Hearing this.
Isabella Xyler’s expression darkened, "Olivia, let’s go check it out."
Claire Green responded with a low hum, the five began moving through the crowd.
Recognizing the girl’s face, Sebastian Winn mouthed in surprise, "Isn’t that the girl who asked Olivia for an autograph during the joint exam last ti?"
The reason he rembered was because Olivia was particularly nice to her.
Thanks to his reminder, Isabella Xyler and John Sinclair also recalled, looking closely, it truly was her.
At the mont.
Firefighters and police were cautiously trying to calm her emotions while approaching her.
Yet just at this juncture.
The girl’s parents returned, squeezing through, and when they saw the girl sitting on the railing, they imdiately started cursing.
"Damn it, just a few hits and you’re looking to die, what, we’re your parents, can’t even hit you?"
"Always acting like you’re dying, as if soone owes you."
The couple’s words were extrely harsh, continuing to spew bitter remarks.
Bystanders watched the swaying girl with both concern and pity.
Suddenly.
The middle-aged man was fiercely kicked, crashing into the trash bin.
The sudden change stunned everyone, but when they ca to their senses, they saw the girl coldly staring at the person on the ground.
Claire Green walked step by step towards him, then gave another fierce kick, her eyes filled with defiance, "Go on, curse again, I dare you."
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