Wen Zhi leaned against the railing, lazily watching the scene below, "The Xie Weiyue I met that day was very dominant toward her sister."
Meng Fan had an 'I told you so' expression, "She's just good at hiding it; otherwise, why would her sister, born from the same mother and feared by no one at home, be afraid of her alone?!"
Wen Zhi recalled the moment when Xie Weiyue arrived, and the terrified look on Xie Jinyi's face.
It wasn't just fear but also terror.
"Zhizhi, look, look—"
Wen Zhi's arm was tapped by Meng Fan, snapping her back to reality, and she followed the direction Meng Fan was pointing.
She saw Xie Weiyue had gone a step further, affectionately hooking her arm into Shang Hexing's.
But the next second, Xie Weiyue let go, her face adorned with a natural smile, graceful and proper.
The people nearby showed an understanding look.
Meng Fan asked Wen Zhi, "Can you read Xie Weiyue's lip movements?"
