The sofa in the living room was in the shape of a "". In front of it was a transparent coffee table. Duan Jiaxu and Sang Yan sat side by side, with a distance of two people between them.
The remaining position at one end is vacant.
Sang Chi just sat there subconsciously, right next to Duan Jiaxu.
Because of this sudden situation, Sang Chi's mind went blank. She even forgot to put her phone away, and was still looking at Duan Jiaxu, looking uneasy and nervous.
Glancing at her appearance, Sang Yan threw the game controller aside, frowned and asked, "Little ghost, what are you filming?"
Sang Chi didn't know how to explain, so he just looked up.
Noticing the direction the phone was pointed at, Duan Jiaxu's eyebrows raised and the corners of his mouth curved up. Then, he leaned forward slightly, moved closer to Sang Zhi, and said with interest, "Well, take a picture of me."
Sang Chi shrank back and immediately put the phone screen on the pillow to cover it. "No, no."
"No?"
""
"Why are you taking pictures of my brother?" Duan Jiaxu said in a drawn-out tone, with a few laughs in his voice, "Is my brother so good-looking?"
Hearing this, Sang Yan immediately sneered, "Can you please have some shame?"
He seemed to have thought of something, and turned his head to look at Sang Zhi, "You don't want to take a photo to sue..."
Before he could speak, Sang Zhi stood up suddenly, without looking at the two of them, and said very quickly, "I told my classmates that I have a very handsome brother."
Sang Yan stopped talking.
Her cheeks were a little red, and she moved towards the bedroom while speaking. It seemed that she really couldn't think of any other excuses, so she held it in for a long time before saying, "But I'm embarrassed to show them your photos."
Sang Yan ""
After saying that, Sang Chi immediately ran back to the room, leaving behind silence.
The living room suddenly became quiet, so quiet that it seemed awkward. The two men sat at each end, with very different expressions on their faces and a sharp contrast in emotions.
After a while, Sang Yan turned to look at Duan Jiaxu. His lips straightened and his face gradually lost expression. A ball of anger rose in his heart. "I thought she was going to take a photo and complain to my parents."
Duan Jiaxu restrained the curve of his lips and hummed calmly.
As if recalling Sang Chi's words again, Sang Yan slowly exhaled, trying to control his temper, but his anger still flared up at the slightest provocation. "I might as well file a complaint."
""
There was silence for a few more seconds.
"Fuck." Sang Yan couldn't bear it anymore and stood up suddenly, "You wait here first."
The next second, Duan Jiaxu also stood up, his behavior seemed to stop him. He lowered his chin slightly and laughed softly, "Brother, don't bother with this kid."
Sang Yan ""
Duan Jiaxu said, "Children are ignorant, there is no need to do that."
Sang Yan looked at him expressionlessly.
"Children of this age," Duan Jiaxu patted his shoulder and paused for a few seconds, as if trying to hold back a laugh, "are indeed a little concerned about their reputation. You should understand her."
To have face.
Principle, explanation, one, below.
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Sang Yan's eyebrows twitched. "I understand your mother."
Sang Chi stayed in her room for a few minutes, squatting by the door and listening to the noise outside. She could faintly hear what Sang Yan and Duan Jiaxu were talking about, but because they were not close, she couldn't hear it clearly.