Yan Beicheng: "…"
His teeth hurt.
He wanted to mourn for his little sister.
"How did you find out?" Yan Beicheng asked further.
"Hehe." Yan Zhiqing laughed dryly. "I just happened to find out about it."
Yan Beicheng felt his eyes twitching uncontrollably. "When was this?"
"It was… the second day of filming," Yan Zhiqing said.
Yan Beicheng sincerely thought that it was a miracle that his dim-witted little sister was able to survive to this day without Wei Wucai making a move on her.
"What was his reaction?" Yan Beicheng asked.
"He admitted it," Yan Zhiqing said. "But I can understand. Not many people can understand this. He doesn't want to be seen as a freak."
She added, "We even had a deep talk."
"…" Yan Beicheng felt his eyes twitch once. "Deep talk?"
"Yeah. During lunch," Yan Zhiqing said.
