Duan Yiyang was used to his sister's way of speaking, his peripheral vision sweeping over to the person who wished they could bury their head in a scarf. "I will take good care of her."
"She warms up slowly, so you need to be proactive, enthusiastic, understand?"
Duan Yinuo had no idea her brother had the Bluetooth speaker on, constantly reminding him.
Her brother had always had a mature personality, afraid he wouldn't take good care of their little sister.
Duan Yiyang responded with a blank expression, while Qi Zhiyi's face was flushed red with embarrassment; what kind of friends had she made who couldn't speak properly?
After the call ended, the car fell into a dead silence. Qi Zhiyi turned to look out the window, the hot breath she exhaled forming a layer of white mist on the car window, so she raised her hand and drew random patterns on it.
**
Until the car arrived at the family restaurant, the two hadn't said much along the way.
