Love

Fu Hanzheng had no idea what she was thinking, so he scooped up the soup and tested the temperature. He blew on it gently for a while before giving it to her, after he took a sip and found that it was no longer hot.

"Not too hot, it's just right."

"Brother, I want soup too."

Fu Shiyi threw a flattering look at his brother, trying to feel the warmth of brotherhood.

Fu Hanzheng glanced at him coldly and asked slowly, "What do you want to drink?"

Fu Shiyi scooped a bowl of soup and said with a smile, "I want soup, it tastes so good."

Sure enough, brotherhood did not exist.

If he waited for his brother to get him the soup, his brother would probably press his head into the soup bowl.

Seeing the frightened look on his face, Gu Weiwei laughed so hard that her shoulders shook.

He knew very well what his brother was like and yet he still tried to be naughty. But he had turned cowardly so quickly.