Jiang Qingli was surprised for a moment to see it was Yuan Shiyao. "Oh? What are you doing here?"
The moment she spoke, a hurt expression clouded Yuan Shiyao's eyes. He pressed his lips together. "I'm sorry, were you meeting my brother? I'll just leave, then…"
Jiang Qingli's brow twitched.
It was a long story.
This past summer, the student council and the Melt Star Association had held another joint retreat.
That night, Jiang Qingli had had too much to drink, and after Yuan Shiyao escorted her to her room, he hadn't come out all night.
The next morning, the moment Yuan Shiyao opened the door, he ran right into Yuan Shimo.
Nothing happened between the two of them then.
But that evening, the brothers skipped the group dinner. By the time they returned, they had punched a series of large holes through the top floor of the resort villa.
