Zhou Sicheng replied to her, "Wen Jing."
Wen Jing was washing her eyes with water.
Zhou Feifei said, "I asked who she was, not her name."
Zhou Sicheng didn't want to deal with her and just wanted to send her away, "Go back to your meal."
His gaze remained fixed on Wen Jing's eyes, concerned for her eyes.
Zhou Feifei wouldn't leave, pouting as she said, "No, you have to tell me who she is."
At home, she was a little princess, always speaking with a coquettish tone.
And it was that kind of natural coquetry.
Wen Jing's eyes finally felt better after the wash, and she knew Zhou Feifei must have misunderstood her relationship with Zhou Sicheng, laughing as she answered Zhou Feifei for Zhou Sicheng, "I'm friends with your brother."
She even turned around and gave Zhou Feifei a smile.
Zhou Feifei didn't believe their relationship was merely platonic, "What kind of friends need to hold hands?"
She looked at Wen Jing with full hostility.
And angrily stared at Zhou Sicheng.
