Wen Qi found some time to deliver food. He initially wanted to give a few words of advice to his annoying little brother, but seeing that exasperating smile on his brother's face, he drove away without saying anything.
The young writer held a bag in one hand and waved with the other, the wind carrying his voice to Wen Qi's ears.
"Big brother, hang in there."
Wen Qi: "..." He cursed his annoying brother with a toothache tonight.
As soon as Wen Qi was out the door, Tuanzi rushed up to Wen Li.
Though clearly tempted, Tuanzi managed to tear her gaze away with difficulty, looked up at Wen Li, and smiled brighter than a flower.
"Cousin, did you order takeout?"
Wen Li playfully pinched her chubby cheek and opened the bag himself.
"I didn't order it; my brother offered to bring it."
The word 'offered' was emphasized heavily.
"He knows I don't like eating these, but you do."
Tuanzi felt quite flattered.
"Huh? Does Cousin Wen Qi like Miaomiao?"
