Wen Zhi was sitting next to He Hanjin, and naturally, she saw the messages he had sent on his phone.
A smirk played on her lips as she casually draped her leg over He Hanjin's lap and rested her head on his broad shoulder, "So we're just siblings? Brother."
The fragrance emanating from Wen Zhi's body made He Hanjin's throat tighten, but his face remained stern.
Without changing his expression, he gently pushed her away, speaking in a deep voice, "We are indeed siblings."
"It's true I was adopted by the He family, but after all, there is no blood relation between us. I call you 'brother' out of respect. Have you forgotten that on that night, our sibling relationship seemed to have been completely shattered?"
Even when pushed away, Wen Zhi was not the least bit displeased; instead, she clung to him again like an octopus with a mischievous smile.
This time she was bolder, sitting directly on his lap, her hand inadvertently stroking his chest.
