"Brother, are you feeling sick from motion sickness?"
Song Kerou looked at Song Ning with a face full of "concern," but inside she was gloating.
Every time she saw her big brother like this, she knew he was thinking about that short-lived Song Wenwen again.
Every time, she would say something at just the right moment.
She couldn't believe that a living person like herself could be overshadowed by a dead one!
Every time she thought of Song Wenwen turning into a filthy zombie, she couldn't help but smile.
That so-called heiress who always suppressed her had finally turned into a zombie, just the thought of it made her feel satisfied.
Song Ning didn't respond to Song Kerou; he didn't want to speak, just quietly looked out the window.
He deeply regretted not having told the sister he had protected since childhood to protect herself well, had he known earlier, he should have told her from a young age that people needed to be a bit selfish.
