"Relax," Jiang Zhiruo said with a smile, "I definitely won't tell anyone about the time you fell face-first into dog poop when you were three."
Jiang Lanxi: "???"
Jiang Shiyao chimed in, "You can trust me too. I absolutely won't mention the incident when you wet the bed at four and blamed it on the puppy."
Jiang Lanxi: "???"
I'm not playing, dear sisters.
Are these things even supposed to be shared?
This will ruin my glorious image in Lin Zhiyin's heart.
Seeing that Jiang Shiyao and Jiang Zhiruo were about to say more, Jiang Lanxi quickly interrupted: "Let's talk next time, Lin Zhiyin and I have some things to do, we'll be leaving now."
After saying that, he quickly dragged Lin Zhiyin away from the scene.
Jiang Zhiruo shouted at Jiang Lanxi's retreating figure: "Zhiyin is pregnant, there are some things you can't do, okay?"
Jiang Lanxi stumbled, almost falling.
Then, he ran even faster.
Behind him, a bell-like laughter rang out.