Nian Yi'an turned his head, his voice tinged with surprise. "Why has my sister returned at this hour? Isn't she busy filming?"
"Qingqing performed exceptionally well, so the director granted her three days off," Ye Zhenmian replied, his face clouded with worry. "What was your father thinking, allowing you to accompany Qingqing in playing games? Your gaming skills are, at best, a mere accessory to her prowess."
Nian Yi'an was rendered speechless.
Where is his family status?
"Qingqing adores coke chicken wings and sweet and sour meatballs," Ye Zhenmian stated. "You should bring those to her."
With an impassive expression, Nian Yi'an proceeded to the kitchen and served the two dishes to Lin Jihuan.
Observing Si Fuqing eating joyfully, he sighed.
Perhaps he should return to his studies.
