At the dinner table.

Yixing’s Mother: “When are you going to marry?”

Yixing’s Sister: “After I found a man who have standards.”

Yixing’s Mother: “And what kind of standards does he needs?”

Yixing’s Sister: “ Someone who can cooks and clean, nice looking, rich with millions in his bank accounts, maybe a few cars and mansions, loves me and I’m the priority to him, oh some muscles would be awesome.”

Yixing: “ You’re literally describing Jongin, he’s mine you can’t have him!!”