Ye Linlin's face suddenly flushed bright red. "I—I haven't even said I'm disgusted by you yet."
"It's wrong to dislike your big sister. Careful or lightning will strike you."
Nan Jiaojiao laughed as she pushed the suddenly irritable, about-to-stand-up Ye Linlin back into her chair. "I'm heading off first."
Ye Linlin opened her mouth, ready to snap back, but Nan Jiaojiao didn't give her the chance. Yelling at someone's back would only make her lose face, so she rarely, and with difficulty, held it in.
Shen Bin seemed thoughtful. He smiled slightly and asked, "Linlin, are you and Nan Jiaojiao close?"
"Who's close with her!"
Ye Linlin's mouth felt like it had a red‑hot branding iron in it, burning her tongue. "What bad luck!"
"I see you like roughhousing with her, and she's happy to talk to you. I thought you two were tight in private."
"Nothing like that!"
