Si Ye shook off his hand with a look of disgust, "Can't you act normal?"
"With such a cute face, it'd be a waste not to use it to my advantage," Zhuo Yi said.
"That face of yours only works on a saint!" Si Ye retorted.
"Ye, even if you don't give in because I'm cute, you should at least consider that I helped you. If I hadn't knocked her mother out quietly, how could she have possibly called you to compromise?" After saying this, he instinctively looked around.
"Right, where is that woman? She didn't overhear what I said, did she?"
Si Ye was also a bit worried, and he glanced upstairs, where there was no sign of anyone.
He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Actually, it wouldn't matter if she had heard him; after all, he had never been one to hide his actions.
"Alright, go get it yourself; stop bothering me." Although he spoke in this way, there wasn't a hint of impatience on his face.
They were very close brothers; aside from women, they shared everything.
