Because I had eaten a box of yogurt for dinner, he thought I had taken his things and wanted to kick me out, even though it was already 9 p.m.
And at this moment, my so-called parents were pretending to be deaf in the kitchen.
In my previous life, after Nick kicked me out of the house, I stood at the door begging, but he just threw my things out.
I had nowhere to go, so I squatted at the doorstep for a night and got a high fever the next day.
A bottle of yogurt was worth more than his own sister.
Thinking about this, I felt ironic and couldn't help but smile, "Alright, I'll pack up my things."
Nick didn't expect that I would have this attitude and stood still.
I entered the door and searched for my own things.
This house was a two-bedroom apartment mortgaged by Nick's parents. I didn't have a room and slept on the sofa all year round.
So I had very few things. I just took my backpack, a few clothes I bought myself, and my phone.
Hearing the sound of me searching through things, my mother ran out of the kitchen with her hands on her hips, "You stubborn girl. Your brother just said a few words to you. Are you still going to play the runaway game? If you leave, don't come back!"