"Have the maids really gotten so bold?"
"Yes, they have! I even overheard some of them arguing a few days ago about who was on duty to get me ready in the morning. The more time that passes by as I get older, the more irrational they become. Am I a slab of meat for them to behave like this?"
Hearing his little brother's latter words, the older brother couldn't help but have an amused smile spread across his lips.
"Our youngest brother is just too good-looking, they might not see you as a slab of meat but it's not far from it."
With a pout, little Mo-Mo asked.
"Second Brother, what about you?"
"Me? What about me?"
"I mean do you have girls going as far as to argue over you in the Academy? You're not as good-looking as me, but-"
Before he could finish, little Mo-Mo had his nose pinched into oblivion.
