Shen Qiurong went to the Ying Group to find Ying Zenan, Ying Jing found out in the evening.
When her brother came back, his sister was sitting cross-legged on the sofa eating watermelon and watching a drama.
Compared to him being exhausted at work, Ying Jing's life was simply too wonderful.
So Ying Zenan did something—he snatched his sister's watermelon.
The empty hand was left with only a metal spoon.
Ying Jing glanced at Ying Zenan who was devouring his food, recalling what Weiyi had said earlier.
Pursuing Ying Zenan brings hope, but pursuing Wen Fucheng is hopeless.
Ying Zenan could just give it away for free!
Seeing her staring at him intently, he almost choked on the watermelon he was eating. "Why are you staring at me? I know I'm handsome."
Ying Jing took a deep breath, both born from the same womb, they should understand each other.
Don't be mad, don't be mad.
The cook waited for him to come home and finally started serving dishes on the table.
