"PFFT." Ye Siyuan, who was drinking milk, almost sprayed it out. She coughed lightly twice and asked, "Why?"
Ye Jingzhe, the Little Bingshan, pursed his thin lips and said nothing. His expression spoke volumes—because he was, after all, the Little Bingshan.
Ye Siyuan struggled to hold back her laughter, her shoulders trembling with the effort. She reached out, rubbed the Little Bingshan Ye Jingzhe's small head, and said, "If you don't want to ski, just sit here with your aunt and enjoy the snowy scenery. It's just as good."
"Hmm." Ye Jingzhe decided to be a big third wheel.
Si Lisao shot Ye Jingzhe a look, signaling him to take the hint. However, Ye Jingzhe pretended not to see. His gaze remained steadfastly on the scenery outside the window, as if taking revenge for Si Lisao's extreme harshness towards him over the years.
Si Lisao pressed his brow. This kid!
He said, "Go tell your mom and dad that Auntie isn't going skiing."
