After Qin Yu and Chen Zhi finished their meal, they were drinking soup and chilling when Chen Zhi 'accidentally' spilled the soup on Qin Yu's hand again.
"Brother, I'm sorry. I'll change the band-aid for you."
"Why are you so clumsy today? I'll do it myself."
Qin Yu untied the wet band-aid. The wound was clearly visible. Chen Zhi's heart relaxed.
That's great, it's not my brother.
Chen Zhi, who had gotten rid of her doubts, was happy for a moment, but she did not get rid of her doubts.
If the godfather was not her brother, why did he take care of me so much?
"There's no more blood. I don't need the band-aid. Save it."
Chen Zhi's heart ached when she heard Qin Yu's words. Her brother had always been like this. He was frugal and wanted to stinge on things so she could have them instead.
