After hearing He Wenyu's words, the Luo siblings remembered what Mother He used to do and said helplessly after exchanging glances, "Why don't you pick the one you like the least?"
"Don't you think wearing this will be seen as showing off?" He Wenyu pulled out a red cotton-padded coat.
"It's good, better let them think you're showing off, save the trouble of them finding fault." Luo Qianqian curled her lips.
"You've learned to be bad," Luo Shufan's hand rested on his sister's head, but in the end, he couldn't bear to scold her.
"It's not being bad, it's standing up for justice. When Heroine He is in trouble, how can her BFF just stand by? I have to be ready to take a knife for her," Luo Qianqian said with a sunny smile, but her half-closed eyes were dark. Such family members, she thought, if she encountered them, how unbearable that would be.
