Jun Wu Yao's flawless face had made Fan Zhuo, who possessed rather exemplary looks himself, feeling slightly inferior. He had never seen someone so attractive looking.
"..." [He was not born from the same parents, obviously they wouldn't look alike.]
Jun Wu Xie grumbled in her mind, but she did not say a word out loud.
Shortly, Fan Jin came back, his face all smiles. He sat down and nagged a while with Fan Zhuo and Jun Wu Xie.
Jun Wu Xie's eyes periodically drifted to look outside throughout the chat. Fan Zhuo noticed Jun Wu Xie's actions and immediately asked his hopelessly dense brother: "Big brother, where is the brother you brought out earlier?"
Fan Jin replied: "He must be in the kitchen."
"....." Fan Zhuo's face stiffened.
Fan Jin continued to prattle on: "Isn't it already noon? He said the time was just right for him to prepare lunch for Little Xie, and I did not want to stop him."
