Song Xiao's face turned red. He didn't dare to call her that at first. Didn't he learn it from his sister?
Song Yao paused for a moment before continuing, "You can just find a lively place. The money that you earn will be yours. How about that?"
Song Xiao put down the steaming rougamo. "Sister, why are you so good to me? What if the things can't be sold?"
Song Xiao smiled and said, "Silly boy! You're my biological brother. If I don't treat you well, who should I treat well?"
"And with your talent, how can you not sell anything?" After saying that, she patted Song Xiao's shoulder and found that her brother had grown much taller.
In a month at most, it would be her brother's 17th birthday. Seeing that it was almost time to talk about marriage, Song Yao smiled and teased, "Xiao, when do you want to find a wife?"
"Sister!"
Song Xiao's face turned red. "I'm still a child!"
