Mo Jia nearly tripped over her feet. She shouldn't have such thoughts but Tang Yichen somehow sounded like a vegetable when he was simply praised by his sister.
Just the way a greengrocer proclaims that the brinjal he has is the most tender, smooth, and purple one available in the area, Tang Li seems to be trying to sell her brother off in the same way.
"Eh? It somehow sounds inappropriate," she somehow realized that there was something wrong with her wordings at this point to which Mo Jia pursed her lips with a 'did you realize it just now' look.
Tang Li's hands landed on hand rims as she locked the brakes, stopping the wheelchair in the hallway.
She grabbed Mo Jia's hand which was resting on the push handle of the wheelchair before pulling her forward. "Tch, so bothersome! Let me rephrase it, then,'' she sighed. Her hazel eyes locked onto the woman's face, observing every shift in her reactions, "Mo Jia, do you have feelings for my brother?"
