"Sis, the grapes taste better." Tang Jun lifted the bowl of grapes towards her, saying with a full smile, "Look, these grapes have such a nice color. I just tried them, they're especially sweet."
"Sister Xiao Yue, aren't you tired of eating grapes all the time? Try these red grapes, they're really good."
Lian Qingyang said pleasingly.
Tang Jun and Lian Qingyang seemed like they were vying for favor.
Lian Qingyang was a few years older than Tang Jun, but he still acted like a child. Even though he had already started his own company and the business was growing, in front of Tang Yue, Lian Qingyang always seemed like an eighteen-year-old child who hadn't matured.
Tang Jun, who had always been in school, now had a gradually maturing face, looking quite different from when he was a kid. His short, tousled hair made him look even more sunny and handsome.
