"Shao Qian, calling so warmly?" Lan Liehuo listened to her calling his brother's name and felt uncomfortable all over; when had she ever called him so tenderly?
She always used his full name!
Ye Yingsu looked utterly perplexed and asked, "What are you getting crazy about again?"
"Ye Yingsu, I'm asking you, do you still think about my brother, do you still love him?" Lan Liehuo approached her and questioned.
"Why are you suddenly asking this?" Ye Yingsu leaned back, her eyes flickering, but in Lan Liehuo's eyes, this appeared as guilty.
No wonder she always found various ways to dislike him, various ways to avoid being with him; Lan Liehuo was always puzzled, thinking he wasn't that bad. So it turned out she still thought about Young Master Lan.
"What's so good about Young Master Lan? He's already dead! Besides, even if he weren't, is he better looking than me?" Lan Liehuo firmly gripped her arm.
