Sun Zhenhai pressed his lips together, standing there with his head lowered. After what seemed to be a moment of internal struggle, he finally forced the words out.
"Sis… Brother-in-law."
Song Qingya was slightly taken aback, a strange feeling stirring within her.
'She remembered that he had never once called the original owner of this body "Sis."'
'He usually ignored her completely. Why was he being so uncharacteristically proactive today?'
"Zhenhai really has grown up a lot. He's much more polite than before."
Song Qingya glanced at him, the corners of her mouth twitching with a faint, almost imperceptible smile, and said in a lazy tone.
"In that case, why don't you go help your brother-in-law with the suitcases? He must be tired from the long journey."
In reality, with Fei Jin's strength, the two suitcases combined didn't even weigh a dozen pounds.
To him, it was no different from carrying air.
