"It's fine, as long as Brother Yan is happy."
Yun Ya's lips curved into a slight smile, elegant and composed, and what was even more rare was the breadth of her mind.
Zhuang Xiyue couldn't help but admire her, Yun Ya's temperament was too good.
"You, just indulge him," she said.
Indulge him?
Why did that tone sound so doting?
Yan Song's face turned dark.
Yan Ke chuckled mischievously, "Bro, Sister Yun Ya is a girl, after all. It's no wonder Mom scolded you for taking a girl's food to eat, lacking any gentlemanly demeanor."
Yan Song glared at him coldly, and Yan Ke quickly buried his head in his meal.
Tugging at the tiger's whiskers should be done in moderation, otherwise, he'd end up being used as a punching bag by his brother.
Song Yiren had been in a daze, her chopsticks untouched. Ever since she walked in from outside, she had been like this, until Lady Song pinched her hard on the thigh under the table. Song Yiren cried out in pain and snapped back to reality.
