Huo Qingyi remained silent.
But Su Yixing spoke up, with a sly smile that didn't reach his eyes, "An Yiqing, if you keep hitting on my people, see if I don't rip you apart."
"Ha," An Yiqing didn't care at all, "When did I hit on her? I was clearly just teasing her. What, she can't even talk back?"
Without waiting for Su Yixing to respond, An Yiqing leaned closer to him, lowered his voice, and said with more amusement, "Second Brother, I heard from Color Aunt you two are sharing a room again?"
Su Yixing eyed him sideways, "She's already my person, what's wrong with us sharing a room? Also, An Yiqing, my good Third Brother, as your older brother, let me kindly tell you something."
The more he spoke, the bigger Su Yixing's smile grew.
An Yiqing felt a tingle on his scalp but couldn't resist his curiosity and asked, "What?"
"Dad and Mom know you've been going to Nuan Huan Pavilion." Su Yixing smiled with a radiance.
