"I—live—at—the hotel." Song Binbin quickly made up something.
"I'm coming over now."
"No, no, no, I'm not at the hotel right now."
"Where are you now?"
"I'm—having a meal, isn't it mealtime? Bro, just name a place, I'll meet you."
"Binbin, when you lie, can you first think about whether Mom and Dad and I don't know where you live?"
Song Binbin held onto her phone, frustrated enough to want to stomp on it.
Her brother was the same as always, having inherited the superior genes from their parents and grandmother, obviously knowing where she lived yet still trying to coax information out of her. Like an old fox, specifically here to watch her make a fool of herself.
Song Yubin heard his sister hang up, but he wasn't concerned, just smiled slightly. He asked the driver to take him to his sister's residential area. It's not just that he knew where his sister lived, he even had the key to her apartment.
