Standing behind her, the Eldest Heir Bai Xuanmo and the Third Young Master Bai Yaoyu both clenched their fists at the same time.
Bai Xuanmo squinted slightly, his tone low and cold: "I thought our sister was only close to you, but it seems she prefers our fourth brother more."
Bai Yaoyu pressed his thin lips tightly together, and after a moment said: "What Zhi'er likes to eat, our fourth brother buys her three portions of it — one to eat, one to save, and one to play with. Do you think she likes him or not?"
Bai Xuanmo's dark eyes narrowed, and he turned his head to say: "Then let's call a temporary truce."
Bai Yaoyu nodded.
They both hadn't gained the utmost trust and favor from their sister, so there was no need to compete over who was her favorite brother.
They walked over to see the fourth son, Bai Daoyan, with a gentle and elegant smile, appearing noble.
"Zhi'er thinks of Fourth Brother so much, and Fourth Brother thinks of you just the same."
