Yun Yuwan turned her head to look at Wen Yangzhi, her frown revealing a puzzled expression.
Wen Yangzhi appeared calm and unbothered, as light as a breeze and as indifferent as the clouds.
Zhao Qin wished she could lock them in a room together, not letting them out despite their objections, just to foster some romance between them.
"There will be fireworks later, why don't you talk with your sister? You two rarely have a chance to meet," she suggested.
Yuwan thought it was a good excuse.
However, Wen Yangzhi coolly retorted, "Rare?"
"You and your sister have barely seen each other," Zhao Qin said near the end of her tether.
Wen Yangzhi's large hand caressed over Yun Yuwan's thigh, almost large enough to encompass most of it: "We have met often enough."
Enough? Not enough, Zhao Qin was getting driven mad, wanting to push Yuwan into Wen Yangzhi's villa.
And it would be best if she stayed there and didn't come back.
Zhao Qin still wanted to urge them.
