This sentence was not right. Lu Ning paused and continued, "You are Linger's brother. And we are good friends. Why would I be afraid of you? I'm just...feeling unfamiliar..."
Unfamiliar...
Yin Zhihan was even more interested in this word. He looked at her. "Then why are you not unfamiliar with Zhou Pingan?
Zhou Pingan...
Zhou Pingan again...
This was the second time he had mentioned Zhou Pingan in front of her. Lu Ning stood up and looked at him slowly. "What are you trying to say?"
Yin Zhihan kept his right hand in his pocket. He was only 17 years old, so he should be called a teenager. However, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle hovering in the night sky.
"Actually Linger did prepare a birthday present for Zhou Pingan. It's... a scarf."
Scarf?
