Song Binbin watched him stroll leisurely in the vast living room, treating it entirely as his own space.
"It's very tiring. I have to deal with grandma on one side, my parents on another, and then there's you." Song Yubin tugged at the golden tie around his collar, turned around, and pointed to the hair on his head, "See, I've even started getting white hair."
"Where?" Song Binbin turned her face away, sat down, as if ignoring his pretense.
After the joke was over, Song Yubin stood in front of his sister, looking at Song Binbin with gentle yet calculating eyes, and asked, "Do you really like him that much?"
Like, isn't that obvious? Didn't he see it clearly when they were on the balcony?
It's not that the siblings had such a good relationship that they could communicate telepathically, it's just that her brother's seemingly gentle but actually insidious personality made her denials useless.
