Zhen Yan turned his head with his chest heaving and fixed his gaze on his sister.
The four of them stood silently, none of them in the mood to speak.
Eventually, it was Zhen Yan who moved first. He took a deep breath, stepped forward to gently roll down his sister's sleeve, then pulled her back home without a word.
Zhen Yu didn't pay much attention to what happened today. In her mind, what child doesn't throw a tantrum?
Not to mention that no one actually got physical today—if they did, they'd make up in a minute anyway!
After the siblings left, only the Han Family Brothers remained, facing each other in the kitchen.
Han Jiayang glanced at his brother's expression and lightly called out, "Bro~"
Han Mingyue didn't even blink, remaining silent.
His gaze seemed distant as if looking through the walls to a place far beyond.
If not for the slight rise and fall of his chest, he'd look just like a statue.
Han Jiayang swallowed and bravely asked, "Bro~ you like Zhen Yu, don't you?"
