Du Jiayi knew how to calm her brother down very well. She pouted and pretended to be aggrieved. "I admit that I have a deep prejudice against Ye Jian. It's her fault for offending me in the past. Also, all of you said that she's amazing. Ha, I'm not convinced! I feel that I'm much better than her!
"Also, Brother, you can't expect me to get rid of my prejudice against her immediately, right? I have to take it slow. Don't worry, I won't say a word about your conversation with the military unit. I promise, I swear!"
She smiled and made funny faces. In the end, she even ran over to massage Du Kaiwei's shoulders. As expected, after a while, Du Kaiwei's face was no longer gloomy.
He said dotingly, "Don't say that you're better than Ye Jian. She's really a rare talent. All the soldiers in the company respect her. You're indeed better than her in some aspects, such as singing and dancing.
