The atmosphere fell silent.
Before coming, Mai Fei had envisioned that given Su Liang's temperament, she might immediately refuse or even resort to her most effective tactic of nonsensical wordplay upon hearing his request.
Unexpectedly, it turned out differently.
Su Liang slightly furrowed her brows, directing her gaze at Ning Jing's pen holder on the table, remaining silent as though she was seriously considering it.
A faint smile appeared on the corner of Mai Fei's lips, hoping that Su Liang would agree since he personally requested.
After a moment, Mai Fei reached for the pen holder and asked, "Where did you buy this? It's quite unique."
Su Liang's hand moved faster, taking the pen holder before him and said, "Ning Jing doesn't like others touching his things."
Mai Fei's face darkened slightly, "Are you not one of the others?"
"We are sworn siblings," Su Liang replied seriously.
