Before Jiang Zeyu could finish his sentence, he heard Jiang Yu reply, "Alright."
Jiang Zeyu slowly turned his head. "Eh?"
Why did his sister agree so quickly?
Jiang Yu looked down at herself and gave her reasoning, "Looking at the way he's dressed, his taste in clothes should be pretty good."
Jiang Zeyu: "..."
He maintained a polite but awkward smile.
By saying that, was his sister implying that his taste was not as good as Jiang Xingyi's?
Although this was the truth, it was still a little hurtful.
He was a little sad.
Not much, just a little.
Jiang Zeyu had an expression that said, "I'm very sad, but I won't say it." Jiang Yu had already walked over, but Jiang Zeyu had yet to follow.
She pondered for a moment and said, "I know you don't like each other, there's no need to force yourself. I'm just going to buy some clothes. After I'm done, I'm heading straight home. You can leave first."
Jiang Xingyi: "..."
