"Who?"
"Luo Shufan."
In the exchange of questions and answers, Luo Qianqian’s chopsticks slipped from her hand and fell to the floor. She looked incredulous, stood up directly, and grabbed Fang Youyuan’s shoulders: "Who did you say?"
"Luo Shufan." Fang Youyuan’s face was calm.
"My brother knows you???" Luo Qianqian’s mouth gaped, her face full of disbelief: "Ti, place, people, how did he et you, how tall and heavy is he, did he get darker? Does he have a girlfriend? Does he look very healthy and well, or is he looking haggard? Is he eating properly? Is he...?" As Luo Qianqian spoke, tears rolled down, and she turned to hug Qin Nuan: "Boo hoo... brother..."
Looking at Luo Qianqian, the three of them were stunned, it seed like they had never seen Luo Qianqian cry like this before.
"There, there, your brother must be fine; otherwise, how could he make money to buy you good food?" Qin Nuan patted Luo Qianqian’s shoulder, her face full of softness: "With a sister who cares so much about him, how can he not take good care of himself?"
Fang Youyuan laughed, looking at Luo Qianqian: "Aye, lost to him again." Looking at the puzzled Luo Qianqian, he said softly: "Before coming back, he bet with that if I ntioned his na you’d definitely cry. He even said you only seem mature and strong but are actually just a little kid who loves to act spoiled."
"He’s lying." Luo Qianqian wiped her tears, looking unconvinced. She had never acted spoiled with Luo Shufan.
"Mhmm, he predicted you’d say this too." Fang Youyuan continued.
Luo Qianqian pursed her lips, but she looked full of expectation. Even though her brother was far away, at this mont it felt warm, as if he were by her side.
"Half of my luggage this ti is for you." Fang Youyuan spread his hands helplessly: "But, entrusted by soone, I can’t reveal Luo Shufan’s matters, but I can tell you he’s fine, with a rosy complexion, even fairer than ." Though his dark circles were a bit heavy.
Luo Qianqian looked happy, pulling Qin Nuan: "Did you hear that? My brother is doing great, hehe..." Her face was unstoppable with excitent, even though it was still sared with snot tears, yet it carried a sense of satisfaction.
She now knew her brother’s life was not in danger, but was still very concerned about his situation.
Fang Youyuan laughed helplessly: "You really make feel hurt, little junior sister."
Luo Qianqian stuck out her tongue: "Thank you for your hard work, senior brother. Let toast to you with tea... juice... water instead of wine." Saying so, she drank the lemon water on the table.
Fang Youyuan nodded: "That’s more like it, even if I’m not a friend of Luo Shufan, I’m still your senior brother, right?"
Qin Nuan was sowhat confused: "Then why..."
"Are you talking about dragging her here? Of course, there’s also carrying and pulling..."
Fang Youyuan’s face was full of calm: "That way, those dissatisfied would complain to the junior brother, and I’d know who’s untrustworthy."
Jimo Cheng raised an eyebrow, unbelieving of his excuse; if that’s the case, why did he take his phone away? Clearly not the case.
Qin Nuan also looked skeptical; how does this benefit him?
"Alright, alright." Fang Youyuan shrugged: "Actually, I was just curious, would you feel moved by a handso guy like showing kindness?"
Luo Qianqian was exasperated: "Where does your confidence co from?"
Qin Nuan shook her head speechlessly, silently turning her face away, too lazy to look at him.
"But your brother said I fulfilled all his external criteria?" Fang Youyuan said quite composed.
Luo Qianqian was exasperated, wiped her tears, and squeezed a sentence through her teeth: "Luo Shufan, you’re setting up, aren’t you?"
Listening to Luo Qianqian’s gritted teeth, Qin Nuan had a slight smile on her face.
Luo Qianqian did talk to her before about her standards for her future partner, but before she chose based on those standards, Jimo Cheng was decided.
"Senior brother, please tell , did you manage to avoid that person’s entanglent?" Jimo Cheng calmly took a sip of lemon water.
Luo Qianqian and Qin Nuan were intrigued; that person?
Fang Youyuan awkwardly rubbed his nose: "I think so."
Luo Qianqian was exasperated: "I knew you were pretending!" Then she looked pitifully at Jimo Cheng, softening her tone: "Jin Nian, he’s bullying ."
Jimo Cheng was taken aback initially, then wore a helpless expression: "I really can’t beat him."
He also heard Fang Youyuan’s words before coming in and was rather helpless about it: "However, I can tell you so gossip about him."
With that, he chuckled.
Fang Youyuan shrugged helplessly: "No need for you, I’ll tell it myself." He turned to Luo Qianqian: "Well, I have a pursuer, female, don’t get it wrong, chased from dostic to international and back..." Even now, the little girl’s imagination, Fang Youyuan still emphasized the gender issue.
"The super fan type?" Luo Qianqian blurted out without thinking.
Who knew Fang Youyuan seriously considered it, nodded: "Seems so, the term is very apt for her."
"Have you ever seen a girl climb a third-floor window to steal underwear? Have you seen a girl disguise as a boy to use the n’s room? Have you seen a girl easily cut her wrist, hang herself, take sleeping pills for a boy?" As Fang Youyuan spoke, he covered his forehead: "I’ve never seen such, I’m not even a celebrity, what’s the point?"
Luo Qianqian looked shocked but soon smiled mischievously: "Does she look good?"
Fang Youyuan: "Whether she looks good is secondary to , I prefer an interesting soul and a kind heart. She lacks both, so no matter how beautiful her exterior, I disdain."
Luo Qianqian paused, then nodded.
It seed she used to like looking at faces. Actually, she still does. However, for the kind she dislikes at first sight, even if they’re beautiful, they won’t beco her friends, like Xu Xiaoxiao.
"So... I’d rather know how senior brother plans to compensate and Jin Yuee for ntal distress?" Even knowing Fang Youyuan had no malice, Jimo Cheng didn’t look pleased; it wasn’t evident on the surface, but his eyes showed a bit of loss.
"How about I cover the jewelry for your wedding?" Fang Youyuan approached Jimo Cheng, put an arm around him: "Isn’t that generous enough? If it’s not, what about the wedding dress, toast attire, I’ll cover it all."
Upon hearing this, Jimo Cheng’s face imdiately showed a delighted smile: "It’s settled then, don’t regret it!"
"You’ve tricked , Little Orange is becoming mischievous too, sigh..." Fang Youyuan pretentiously sighed.
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