She sat at the dressing table, quietly observing herself. She couldn't help but curse inwardly: how hypocritical.
She didn't want her second brother to think she was avoiding him. Isn't it said that the less sure you are, the more you should act openly?
She went upstairs to change her clothes and came down about ten minutes later.
Downstairs, Ouyang Qi was sitting next to her second brother, both eating fruit.
Feng Yihang saw her come down and didn't refuse the fruit offered by Ouyang Qi.
Of course, Ouyang Qi was pleased and couldn't help saying, "Brother Hang, do you like cherries the most? I'll prepare some for you in the office next time."
Feng Yihang nodded slightly; in fact, cherries weren't what he liked to eat, but they were what Huanhuan liked.
She liked to eat them, so the family often kept some fresh imported cherries at home.
"Huanhuan, there are cherries. Do you want some?"
