The air in the living room was frozen.
The source of everything is the black plastic cuboid.
TV remote control.
"Give it to me!"
Mother Zhao Lihua's roar could almost knock over the ceiling.
Her finger was only 0.01 Centimeters away from the remote control, but she just couldn't reach it.
"It's just love and love, it's not nutritious."
His father, Lin Guodong, looked disdainful and held the remote control tightly in his arms while quickly changing channels with his other hand.
"Look at this, there's a new king fish in the East China Sea, and it's three pounds bigger than the one last year!"
"I don't care what you say about the fish king and shrimp king! My oppa is going to have a showdown with the second female lead today! This is the showdown of the century!"
Lin Yuan sat in the corner of the sofa, trying to shrink himself into a ball.
This kind of "showdown of the century" happens at least eight times a day in their family.
He has long been used to it.
Today, however, something is different.
When her mother Zhao Lihua finally failed to snatch the remote control, she let out an earth-shattering wail.
"My life is so miserable!"
She collapsed on the sofa, covering her face with her hands, her shoulders twitching violently.
"In this family, I don't even have the right to watch TV... What's the point of me still being alive..."
Familiar lines, familiar actions.
Lin Yuan should have put on his headphones silently as usual.
However, his world was flooded by a rich purple.
What is that?
Purple-black, substance-like energy was pouring out from his mother crazily.
Sticky, twisted, full of exaggerated grief and dramatic despair.
This energy was so powerful that the air in the entire living room became oppressive.
Lin Yuan's brain
