Until that little girl left, Xiaomi was still holding back laughter.
Wei Ziang sighed helplessly, "Xiaomi, don't laugh like that, it sounds so strange."
Seeing that the other girls who came to learn embroidery from the second sister had all left, Xiaomi couldn't hold it anymore and burst out laughing loudly.
"Little brother, you're really popular. My big brother is older than you, yet no one has ever brought him a handkerchief."
Just as she finished speaking, her forehead was flicked: "What are you talking about, consider your big brother's feelings, okay?"
It was Jiang Yu, who had just left the house and heard his little sister making fun of him, leaving him speechless.
"Yu-ge," Wei Ziang greeted, then turned to Xiaomi, caught between crying and laughing.
"I don't want this kind of popularity. Besides, just because no one gives Yu-ge a handkerchief doesn't mean he's not popular. It's just that Yu-ge's situation is different now."
