"Yo! Zhen Yu isn't angry now?" As soon as the two came out, Han Jiayang started to tease, "Brother is really good at coaxing people..." His words made both of them awkward, and Han Mingyue, with her ears turning red, glared at her brother, making him shut up.
"It's almost noon, I'll go cook." Zhen Yu quickly passed Han Jiayang and hid in the kitchen.
"Hahaha..." The moment the living room door closed, Han Jiayang burst into laughter, his laughter sneaking through the gap of the door into the kitchen.
Zhen Yu, crouching in front of the stove, stuffed coal into the furnace, her face suddenly heated up. She knew it wasn't from the fire, yet she hypnotized herself.
"Brother! Zhen Yu's face can't take it anymore!" Han Jiayang squeezed his eyebrows and whispered in front of his brother.
Han Mingyue felt sweet inside, but he sternly said to his brother, "Stop making such jokes in the future, Dad would scold you if he knew!"
