Wei Qingxiao was dumbfounded.
What's going on?
Why did her younger brother suddenly become so "approachable"?
And it even seemed like he had become friends with this young man in white.
This was simply too unbelievable!
As she pondered, Wei Qingxiao suddenly grasped something, turned to Xue An, and said coldly, "It's you?"
Xue An smiled faintly, "Me what?"
"It's definitely your doing. Otherwise, why would Cang'er become so obedient? Tell me, what did you do to him?"
Xue An didn't respond; he simply looked at the agitated Wei Qingxiao with a hint of compassion.
Yes.
Compassion!
Because he could see that Wei Qingxiao was now panicking.
Indeed, Wei Qingxiao was deeply panicked—utterly, completely panicked.
Since her brother Wei Haocang had grown up under her shelter from childhood, she knew his every action inside out.
This understanding of him was even deeper than Wei Haocang's understanding of himself.
It was a life without surprises.
