Xi An'an nodded, her gaze falling on the bowls and chopsticks on the table.
She wondered if these bowls and chopsticks would be discarded after just one use?
"In our family, my brother and I do the dishes," Quan Tianqi explained. "You can sit in the living room for a while; just leave this to me."
Xi An'an made a sound of acknowledgment, looked at him doubtfully, and then walked out.
Under the warm yellow light, the picture frames around caught attention.
Xi An'an looked at the family portrait in the picture frames, a hint of envy appearing in her eyes.
"Ding-dong––"
The doorbell rang abruptly, and Xi An'an put down the picture frame and got up to open the door.
Before she could open it, the door went "click," and the man pushed it open and entered.
"Seventeen, you..."
The magnetic voice stopped abruptly as Jian Tianlin looked at the person standing opposite him, a sly smile crossing his eyes.
So his older brother liked this kind of little girl, huh?
Little lamb?