Karen Joy Kyle turned around and saw their little precious standing just a few feet behind her.
He was wearing a little white shirt and trousers. At first glance, he looked like a miniature version of her father.
He was only eight years old, but he had already looked like a young adult and always put on a proud and cold look.
If it weren't for the fact that she knew him too well, she would have thought that he was trying to scare her.
"Hey, little precious? Why are you here too?" Karen Joy walked to the little one and rubbed his face. "You are still so young, why are you making a poker face all the time? You should smile more and act cute. Then you will have more girls who like you in the future."
"I don't need them!" Julien Kyle replied seriously, his face turning red.
He knew that there were many girls who liked him, but he didn't like any of them.
"You really don't need them?" Karen Joy approached him and poked his face. "Little precious, tell me, do you have a girl that you like?"
It was the first time that she had seen him blush and looked shy.
"Don't tease me!" Julien didn't want to talk to her anymore. His sister was getting more and more annoying, but he couldn't do anything to her now.
When it comes to fighting, he was still very little. After all, he was only eight years old. Even though he started to practice Taekwondo and other martial arts from this young age, he was still no match for Karen Joy.
Arguing was simply his weak point too. He was doomed to lose even before the start.
"Little precious, I asked you a question. Why aren't you answering?" Karen Joy held his face and rubbed it hard. "Come on, tell me, do you have a crush on a girl?"
Julien moved her hand away and frowned in disgust, "Sister, how many times do I have to tell you that a girl can't just touch a boy's face like this? Besides, I'm not a little precious. My name is Julien Glover Kyle. Please address me as Julien."
Sometimes, Julien just ignored his sister who always regarded him as a three-year-old child. He was annoyed with her most of the time. However, she was his only sister, so he had to bear with her.
As a little boy, he had to protect his mother and sister, so it was okay to let her have her way.
"Little precious, I'm your sister. If I want to touch you, what can you do to me? You can bite me if you can." Karen Joy pulled the little one back to her arms and continued to pinch his little face.
"Karen Joy, take your hands away!" He was getting quite agitated. She always treated him like a child. She shouldn't forget that he was already eight years old.
He was eight years old! He was not a three-year- old child anymore! He wanted her to treat him like an adult!
"I won't! Are you going to bite me?" Every time, Karen Joy succeeded in making her young, cold brother angry.
He was her younger brother and her only younger brother. She hoped that he could act like his peers, where they could cry their hearts out, fool around, demand for attention... instead of acting like a cold, unapproachable child.
"Karen Joy!" Julien was very angry and shouted to his sister's name again.
"She's your sister." A deep voice suddenly came from the side.
It was their father who was reminding him that he should treat his sister well.
"Dad, sorry, it's my fault." Julien lowered his head and admitted his fault obediently.
After admitting his mistakes, he turned his head away coldly. He didn't want to say another word. His father always protected his sister, and he was used to it. Besides, he shouldn't shout his sister's name just now.
The angrier he was, the more Karen Joy wanted to tease him. She wanted him to act his age. "Little precious, don't be angry. I haven't seen you for a long time. Don't you miss me?"
"Little precious, come on, let me hug you."
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