Yao Fangfang stood by the table, lost in thought, and an involuntary gentle smile appeared on her lips, her almond-shaped eyes slightly curved. It was life, and it was Chen Ming, that had taught her these changes.
"Brother!" Chen Ying's excited voice called from the courtyard.
"Yingzi! Here, I brought you a gift!" The tall and handsome Chen Ming walked in carrying a bag. "How's everything at home?" Thinking of home, he frowned slightly, reminded of Yao Fangfang and her spoiled ways.
"Everything at home is great! Sister-in-law even made something special for you today!" Chen Ying was thrilled about the gift her brother had brought her, but at the same time, she thought he was treating her like a kid. "By the way, don't just bring gifts for me—you have to bring something for Sister-in-law too."
"Since when did you also start caring about her..." Chen Ming was startled, his eyes meeting Yao Fangfang's at the doorway of the main hall.
