The young girl was lovely, and her bright, lively eyes looked to Yu Zihan, filled with anticipation.
Sima Yu, standing beside Shen Qing, also found herself looking at him, her heart tightening slightly.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, Yu Zihan furrowed his brow slightly. Coolly, but without sacrificing courtesy, he said, "Miss Yang, I think you're mistaken. I don't have a younger sister. And even if I did, she would still be in my mother's womb."
Yang Jingyu froze, staring at Yu Zihan in astonishment. She had never expected him to respond like that.
'It's not like there's a rule that only a blood sister can call him brother!'
For a moment, Yang Jingyu couldn't tell if the young man before her was rejecting her or if he genuinely believed that only a daughter born to Lady Yu Xiang could call him brother. Her face flushed a faint red, and she was at a loss for words.
Standing to the side, Shen Qing silently gazed up at the sky, completely unsurprised by her son's reaction.
