"Hey!" Song Yaoyao glared at him with puffed-up cheeks, "You're so annoying!"
Her soft, fluffy hair was nice to touch, but Song Wenchuan messed it up until it looked like a chicken's nest.
Paired with her big, dark, complaining eyes, Song Wenchuan was overloaded with cuteness.
"Be good~"
Song Yaoyao ignored his gentle tone as she rolled her eyes with annoyance.
She appeared to be annoyed, but their method of interaction actually made Song Jingwan grit her teeth.
When did Song Yaoyao and Song Wenchuan become so close?
At that time, she looked at the plate of boiled eggs again and felt a complex mix of emotions. Even towards Song Wenchuan, she now felt a sense of resentment.
When Song Wenchuan turned his head, he happened to notice her gaze.
He pulled his hand back and looked down.
"I'm going to work."
