Zhou Feifei's gaze followed Wen Jing until she was out of sight, and then she opened her mouth, "She's not even that pretty, what do you like about her?"
Turning her gaze back, she looked at Zhou Sicheng.
Her question was very straightforward.
Convinced that Zhou Sicheng liked Wen Jing, Zhou Sicheng retorted, "Did I say I liked her?"
He rolled his eyes at Zhou Feifei and looked again in the direction Wen Jing had left, where her figure was no longer visible.
Zhou Feifei 'tutted', "You don't like to wipe people's faces, eh? You've never even wiped my face, and I'm your actual sister."
Her tone was laced with sourness.
Zhou Sicheng glanced at Zhou Feifei, feigning disgust, "Don't you have hands of your own?"
In fact, he was very indulgent with this little sister.
Zhou Feifei snorted and shot back, "Doesn't she have hands?"
Angry!!!
