Gong Yeyan's gaze fell upon her pale, wan little face, his pitch-black pupils contracted slightly, and without a trace of emotion he lifted his thin lips and replied, "Why should I be angry? It's not my brother who hurt his hand."
Tsk.
It sounded like there was a hint of petulance in his voice.
Ming Ge tilted her head back, her chin delicate and sharp, and gave a restrained smile, "Who says it's not your brother?"
Her voice was teasing as she said, "If Director Gong likes, I can give the dog..."
Calling the dog something so trivial didn't suit her Little Fairy temperament at all, so Ming Ge quickly corrected herself, "I can give Ming Ci to you as a brother."
Gong Yeyan, "... Thanks, but no need."
He certainly wasn't lacking in brothers.
Gong Er, who partied until dawn and was now sound asleep at home, "..."
