Xuanyuan Xuan did not say anything. Although his sister had dug a hole for him, he did not care too much about it.
He looked rough, but he was not very different from Bu Fang, a cold type of person.
Looking at Bu Fang and the rest's departing figures, Xuanyuan Xiahui gave his sister a look.
That meaningful gaze made Xuanyuan Xuan's face burn up.
"Brother! Why are you looking at me like that?" Xuanyuan Xuan covered her face as she said that coquettishly.
"This girl, don't think I don't know what you are thinking and what you want to do. How can this brother of yours not notice your intentions?"
The corner of Xuanyuan Xiahui's lips curved, revealing a rarely seen smile, as though an iceberg had melted.
