Lu Zhanxing was not uninterested in his younger sister, it's just that his schedule was too tight, and by the time he finished, it was already the middle of the night.
He wanted to find an opportunity to call, but their times never matched up.
Since he was resting early today, he remembered Qiao Yun.
He had no recollection of Qiao Yun from their childhood and had thought he wouldn't feel much.
When he actually saw her, he realized he was not unmoved; blood ties are indeed magical.
Looking at Qiao Yun's fair little face, clear eyes, tied-up bun, and a few curly wisps of hair hanging down, she looked like an exquisitely beautiful doll.
Lu Zhanxing's hands were itching.
Tsk, he really wanted to pinch her cheeks.
They looked so soft and seemed like they would feel good to knead.
Stop! He was her brother, how could he lack dignity completely.
But still...
