"You're exaggerating."
Qin Qingqing looked up at the balcony.
The man's figure was upright, his posture commanding.
As if they had a telepathic connection, he turned his head to look towards the living room just as her gaze landed on him.
Their eyes met in mid-air, and the man on the balcony had a hint of warmth in his eyes, with a slight smile on his lips.
Qin Qingqing felt an inexplicable pang of bittersweetness in her warm heart.
Beside her, Wen Qinghuan saw that she didn't believe it and seriously said, "Yes, if you don't believe me, you can ask Brother Little Hui and my brother. My mom can also vouch for it. Sister Qingqing, over the years you weren't here, Cousin Yi really became like a different person, we had to be very careful around him."
"Qinghuan, go wash some more fruit."
Jing Xiaocha sent her daughter away.
Wen Qinghuan was like Jing Xiaocha, chattering like a sparrow, just as she was in her younger days.
