Unexpectedly, as soon as she finished speaking, Wen Xian was pouring hot water into a cup while chuckling lightly and said,
"What are you talking about? We've known each other for so many years and never really got together, you think now 's the time?"
She glanced at him, a playful smile in her eyes.
Cheng Dongyuan fell silent for a moment: "..."
He started to speak, then suddenly found himself at a loss for words; it was as if he had a fishbone stuck in his throat, his heart felt suffocated.
What could he say? Neither of them considered him a threat at all.
For him, it was really hard to know whether to cry or laugh.
Finally, he lowered his head as if to scoff, and waved his hand, "Alright, stop bashing me, you two. I've been fed enough 'dog food' these past few days."
"What are you saying? You're my brother, why would I bash you?"
