Sang Qiao gave him a glance without a word and directly got into her family driver's car, the car raising dust as it drove away.
Sang Nanfeng watched the vehicle disappearing from sight, his face darkening, "What does she mean by that? Is it so hard for her to respond with an 'umm' or an 'okay'?"
"At least she gave you a glance, which isn't too bad," Sang Siyang patted his older brother's shoulder and sighed.
"But she did respond with a word!" Sang Nanfeng felt coldly neglected inside, believing this to be Qiaoqiao's prejudiced behavior!
Sang Siyang seemed to understand better than his brother, "A one-word response doesn't equate to forgiveness; maybe she's just trying to encourage me for the upcoming days at the Sang Family company."
Hearing this, Sang Nanfeng fell silent. Sang Qiao really was calculating—just one word, and she expected them to work joyfully and diligently.
However... they were indeed falling for it now.
