As for my older brother, huh, probably only a ghost could figure out what he was thinking.
Although Di Mingzhe strode forward without glancing elsewhere, he could feel that Di Xiaxia's gaze remained fixedly on his face.
For some reason, he couldn't help but the corners of his mouth lifted slightly into a smirk.
Without turning his head, he asked, "Do you like what you see?"
Di Xiaxia, who was engrossed in observing him, was suddenly startled and her reaction immediately sent her feeling embarrassed to the Pacific Ocean.
Unconsciously, she murmured, "What on earth? Does he have eyes all over his face? How could he know that!"
Embarrassed to the point of speechlessness, Di Xiaxia managed to stutter out in response, "Alright."
Di Mingzhe lifted Di Xiaxia into the car. His low-profile, luxury, extended Lincoln started up slowly.
After getting into the vehicle, Di Mingzhe merely set her aside, without paying her any attention, and appeared to be working on his tablet.
