Tang Jingming raised his phone high, facing his own face, and said, "Obviously not, I'm out with Brother Shi and Ye Zi."
"What Ye Zi, Ye Tiao?"
"Yes."
"And Ye Tiao, she's as old as your sister, you should call her Sister Ye!" Miss Zhao looked stern and disapprovingly corrected him.
Tang Jingming stalled, humming, "No way, what kind of sister is she, childish to the extreme!"
The childish-to-the-extreme Ye Tiao looked up and glared at him.
Tang Jingming glared back, but his heart felt unsteady.
He didn't want to call her sister!
What kind of sister takes advantage of him while drunk and does as she pleases?
What's worse, she completely forgot everything the next day and denied it all?
Tang Jingming grew angrier the more he thought about it.
Miss Zhao knew her son well, seeing that small expression on Tang Jingming's face, she let out an "Oh," "Were you bullied? Poor little thing, where are you now?"
