"Fake? You stinky Junior Brother, is what Sister Yourong said true?" Wu Pianpian's eyes widened.
Ning Xuan gave Qian Yourong a gentle smile before turning to Wu Pianpian and nodding. "Yes, the real one is still here," he said with a smile. "You can relax, Senior Sister."
But instead of feeling relieved, Wu Pianpian felt a pang of disappointment.
That rascal's soul is about to be stolen away.
Wu Pianpian, who had never known the meaning of crisis, thought for a moment before blurting out, "Junior Brother, you've changed."
Her tone was filled with grievance.
Ning Xuan was taken aback.
Qian Yourong's heart skipped a beat.
"You were never this obedient before. Now you even call me Senior Sister," Wu Pianpian's voice grew even more mournful. "I thought I could stand it, but I realize now that I just can't."
