Wen Qiao, tongue-tied, opened her mouth slightly, "He never talked to me about these things, not even a single mention."
"He did say my brother is a bit reserved. If you don't figure it out yourself, he'll never bring it up," Lin Ruochun spread her hands. "Him not saying anything doesn't mean he isn't protective of you."
"My brother always acts more than he speaks because he thinks promises made by mouth are the most useless thing."
After summarizing her statement, Lin Ruochun felt something was off, stayed silent for a while, and then realized she had strayed off-topic. She waved her hand, "I've strayed off-topic, strayed off-topic, I'm not trying to speak well for my brother, I wanted to prove, he's really quite petty."
