Mengxin Zhi didn't believe what Zong Guang said, "I feel like you're trying to fool a three-year-old kid."
Ever since she learned of Zong Guang's feelings for her, a lot of things had changed.
The comfort she had always felt around her brother vanished in an instant.
"Impossible, I met you when you were already six years old. Even if I were to fool you, I'd have to put in the effort to fool a six-year-old kid," Zong Guang always had a way to keep the conversation going.
"What's the difference between fooling a six-year-old and fooling a three-year-old?"
"The difference is huge. If I offer a piece of candy in exchange for a hundred bucks to a three-year-old, there's a good chance of success, but with a six-year-old, it's not that easy to fool them."
"If brother wanted, I'd give you both the candy and the money. Whether I'm six years old, sixteen, or sixty. There's no need to fool anyone."