Xiang Weilai went home. Liu Zhiyuan was sitting in the room, lost in thought. He heard some noise behind him and turned around, seeing his sister walk in with a face full of disappointment. He smiled and pulled her to sit down, "What's wrong? You were fine during the day. Who are you angry with?"
"Brother, does Weilai really like Ye Ling?" Liu Rui carefully observed her brother.
Liu Zhiyuan knew that his sister had eavesdropped on their conversation. He looked at her again and, seeing her lower her head, felt he might be overthinking, "Yes."
"Brother, why does Weilai like Ye Ling? Ye Ling's looks aren't as good as mine, her family isn't as good, and her temper isn't good either. I've never heard Weilai talk about Ye Ling before. How did they suddenly end up liking each other?" Liu Rui asked in one breath.
Liu Zhiyuan was stunned, "Xiao Rui, you like Weilai? When did this start?"
