Ou Jue's back stiffened, and without changing his expression, he spoke, "You're overthinking it. As a brother, I'm just trying to help you."
Luoluo patted Ou Jue's shoulder, "Oh come on, don't pretend in front of me. As your younger brother, I've known you for six years already. Luoluo really understands you, big bro."
"...Have you been finding the recent exams too few?"
"Huh? What? Luoluo seems to have lost his memory. Brother, what did I just say? Luoluo doesn't remember anything!"
Ou Jue picked up a magazine nearby and casually flipped through it, "Don't you have that woman's phone number? You wouldn't need me to teach you what to do next."
Luoluo made a serious OK gesture with his hand, "Got it!"
Meanwhile, Xiyan was sitting in the window seat of the bus, seriously planning what to do later.
"Hmm, first I'll cook something when I get home, then rush to the hospital to deliver [the items] to mom before seven..." she meticulously wrote on a small notebook.
