Hearing Jing Hang mention Senior Brother, Ming Yao's delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed.
"Jing Hang, have I not said that I don't want you to mention him in front of me again?" her usually languid and casual voice carried a hint of biting cold.
Jing Hang sighed, "I know you still mind that he married our junior sister, but just because you couldn't be husband and wife, can't you be friends? After all, we grew up together from childhood. Senior Brother still cares about you, he said he'll soon have the medicine ready to cure your insomnia!"
"Big Sister, with the medicine to treat your insomnia, you won't have to stay here anymore, you can come back with me..."
Jing Hang hadn't finished speaking when Aunt Zhong's voice suddenly came from outside the parlor.
"Fourth Master, is this the document you left at home?"
Ming Yao's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly made eye contact with Jing Hang, signaling him to stop talking.
