Wen Yu: "..."
His brow furrowed even more tightly.
Whose sister is she supposed to be?
How could that woman talk such nonsense?
"She's not my sister." He spat out, expressionless.
"Oh come on, if she is, she is. What's there to hide? Quickly introduce your sister and share her WeChat with us!"
At this point, the conversation seemed to have reached its limit. Wen Yu directly pushed away, suddenly stood up, and left without looking back.
"Hey, Wen Yu—"
They called his name from behind, but his steps never stopped.
No one knew what he was thinking, but it was clear from his expression that he seemed angry.
...
And in fact, that was indeed the case.
Although he said nothing, his face clearly spelled "angry."
What made him say he was her brother?
Did he get his permission?
Or perhaps, in her mind, he was just an immature younger brother...!
She even took it upon herself to pay for everyone's table...
"Ha...!"
