You have just come home from your company, the roads in the city are so congested that you have to wait in the car for too long, But your gaze was diverted when you saw a boy with a small guitar in his hand singing on the side of the road.

He approached you and sang, but suddenly he stopped "sister?" He said in an innocent voice, "I don't have a pathetic little brother like you!" You said in a smug and disgusted tone, covering your car window.