Xia Siyu shook her head immediately: "No, he's my brother."
They were all wearing masks, making it hard to discern expressions, but Qin Baizhou's eyes still flickered a few times. The mother glanced at Xia Siyu and still smiled: "Actually, looking at you both, it's clear you're affluent folks. Why are you taking this train?"
Xia Siyu was alright, dressed in sportswear; though the bag she carried was from the luxury brand she endorsed, it didn't flaunt the logo everywhere, which was quite low-key. The same was true for Qin Baizhou's attire. Despite being casual, it clearly was of good quality. Even without looking at these, Xia Siyu and Qin Baizhou sat up straight the whole time, maintaining proper posture.
