"Shut up!"
Lin Chuqiao's cheeks were slightly flushed with anger, teeth clenched.
Fang Cheng helplessly shook his head, but felt a warmth rising in his heart.
He looked at Lin Chuqiao, her slightly reddened cheeks, and those clear eyes filled with concern and worry.
Though her words were plain, they gave him a solid sense of reassurance.
This girl always appeared when he needed her most, offering help.
Fang Cheng said softly, "Thank you, Chuqiao."
Hearing this, Lin Chuqiao was momentarily stunned.
Then she gently lowered her gaze, a faint smile playing at the corners of her mouth:
"What silly talk... Do we even need to say thanks between us?"
Her voice was light, soft, yet carried a hint of playful rebuke.
Watching this proud and aloof cousin, who usually showed little interest in men, now revealing such a demeanor, like a girl in the throes of first love.
Pan Wendi couldn't help but marvel from the side:
"Seriously, can you two spare a thought for us lonely souls?"
