Just as expected, she couldn't escape her sharp eyes.
"It's all things from a long time ago. I don't quite remember clearly."
Intentionally refusing to speak, Ying Jing snorted.
At this moment, Zhao Qingran came out and stood at the door, calling them for dinner.
As Ying Jing stood up, she nudged Ying Zenan's arm.
"Brother, don't be a coward, pull yourself together."
Ying Zenan looked at her speechlessly.
What nonsense.
During the meal, most of the time was spent with the elders chatting. Even Ying Jing, who normally loved to talk, was particularly quiet tonight.
Ying Zenan was the first to put down his chopsticks, and shortly after, Zhao Qingran also put down hers, following in the direction Ying Zenan had left.
Ying Jing felt there was something between the two of them. If her brother didn't want to talk, she wouldn't ask.
The elders wanted to drink and chat, so after eating, Ying Jing returned to her room.
