Zhao Meimei gritted her teeth and forced the bitter taste welling up in her throat back down. "Oh, really? I didn't know, my brother didn't tell me."
Zhang Jiahui sympathetically said, "Your brother's just too busy, didn't get a chance to mention it. He's always running around dealing with business matters, must be really tough. Plus, he's the type who never shares his problems with others and just keeps everything to himself..." She continued with a gentle, understanding tone.
"He's too focused on his career. Meimei, does your brother ever talk about personal matters with you?"
Zhao Meimei remained calm, "He talks, yes."
Zhang Jiahui's eyes lit up with a bit of expectation, "Really? I thought he wouldn't easily talk about his feelings with anyone. What did he say to you?"
Zhao Meimei cheerfully replied, "Just that he likes me, and things like that..."
