Su Yaoguang turned her head, looking at Zhou Wangshu's handsome face full of displeasure.
"Those two brothers are quite pitiful."
"There's an old beggar around the corner, both legs broken, didn't see you taking him back, is it because he's not pitiful enough?" Zhou Wangshu raised his eyebrow, "Oh, he doesn't look good."
Su Yaoguang: "…Who taught you this sarcastic habit?"
"That's right, my temper is both bad and stubborn, unlike those well-mannered people who politely say 'at your service'."
Su Yaoguang: "…"
Seeing her not respond, Zhou Wangshu became even angrier with her look of a headache.
When she talked to that 'Young Master Zizhan' just now, she was so gentle! He had never seen her talk to him in such a tone.
What's this, because he's her 'brother', does that mean he doesn't deserve to be spoken to in that way?
And that Zhen Yuanfang, the way she looked at him, it's like she wanted to cling to him.
