"Uh…"
Lu Zhaozhao pursed her lips, not expecting Xia Wenyan to apologize to her directly, and she didn't react for a moment.
Seemingly noticing his discomfort, Lu Zhaozhao awkwardly tugged at the corner of her mouth, "You actually didn't need to apologize to me, everyone has different tastes. There's no need to force it."
To Xia Wenyan, she definitely followed the principle of "respect others' destinies, give up the urge to help"—as long as he didn't destroy himself in the entertainment industry.
Whether he was her brother or not didn't matter anymore.
Xia Wenyan's head shook like a rattle drum; he turned back and stared at Lu Zhaozhao eagerly, "Not forcing it, not forcing it. I really know I was wrong, Zhaozhao, can you give me another chance to be your brother?"
Lu Zhaozhao blinked, and decisively replied, "No."
"Uh…" Xia Wenyan probably hadn't expected Lu Zhaozhao to respond so bluntly; the words he was about to say got stuck in his throat.