"Little brother, do you think your sister knows how smart you are?"
Jiang Yang shrunk back a bit, unconsciously increasing the distance between himself and Zhuanzhuan.
"I bet she has no idea." Among the three siblings, Sister Nan Fei really was the least cunning. Ever since she was little, she'd made her likes and dislikes too apparent, with her thoughts clear as day. Although she had mysteriously become wiser since last year, the nature within hadn't changed.
She always treated people with a sincere heart.
And she had a fatal flaw: she cared too much for her family and friends.
How ludicrous it was.
For the past six months, she had watched with open eyes as her sister struggled in suspicion and pain. Even though her heart harbored doubts, she had to deceive herself, convincing herself to trust her.
It wasn't fun anymore with sister like this.
