Tang Moyu's eyes looked at her brother in suspicion. He was unusually silent these days and had been preoccupied to the point that she had caught him staring into nothing several times.
What was his problem? What was he facing that he couldn't share with her?
"Moyu?" Feng Tianyi's voice called her. "What are you looking at?"
From the looks of it, it seemed like he'd just stepped out of the shower because his hair was still wet, with a towel on top of his head, as he wheeled himself towards her at the porch where she was seated.
She hummed and returned her gaze to her younger brother who was now busy on his phone, his thumbs typing so fast as if he was in an argument with whoever he was talking to.
"Nothing. Just curious about what Beixuan is up to." She replied.
