"No way, you know my brother is super like that." "Narcissistic," Yao Zibao held back a bit for his brother's sake, "he wants others to praise him first, not for him to say something to get praised."
Yao's pride was indeed unparalleled. Tall and handsome, he tossed his hair and asked, "Want to go out for a walk?"
"Sis-in-law, do you know anywhere nearby to hang out?" Yao Zibao was now adept at calling her sis-in-law for no particular reason.
Every time Shen Jiayin heard him call her that, she felt as if she'd suddenly aged ten years and had to speak seriously: "Around here, there's a farmhouse resort."
Farmhouse resorts, they'd seen many on TV. Yao Zibao called over the tall and handsome one, saying: "Let's go there. I heard the food's great, the beds are comfy, and it's a blast to play there. We can check out the excitement and the novelty."
Tall and handsome sprang up: "Sure, let's go pick some vegetables!"
