The Attack of the Milky Dumpling

Under the influence of the system, Huo An'an, who has been sailing smoothly these years, treating herself as an eight-year-old child, became so furious that she couldn't help but shout outside the door.

"Cousin! Cousin! Dad and the others are bullying me again!"

Xu Zhuo outside the door: "..."

To be honest, instead of being bullied by her biological father and brother, Xu Zhuo thought that it was most likely that it was An'an who had done something wrong.

Xu Zhuo slowly walked in, being a high school student with average academic performance, well-versed in eating, drinking, and having fun. In front of his uncle and Grandpa Bai, he ran his fingers through his colorful hair and twitched his face.

"An'an, your uncle and cousin Lin are only looking out for your best interests. Listen to them, and you won't go wrong."

"Well then, I just remembered that I have classes this afternoon. I will head back to school first. Goodbye."