Zhen Zhu looked up at Tang Bochuan and her heart skipped a beat.
Although Tang Bochuan was a man of few words, he seemed to be kind to her. Compared to Shen Hanyu, he should be much easier to deal with.
Zhen Zhu took the tissue and wiped her mouth slowly. "Can you pour me another glass of water? Sorry for the trouble, Brother Bochuan."
Tang Bochuan had already picked up a cup to pour some water when he heard the first part of her sentence.
When he heard the last sentence, his hand shook so hard that the water was spilled.
Zhen Zhu looked at his stiff expression and found it funny. "What's wrong? Didn't I call you that when you were young?"
Tang Bochuan said calmly, "Don't call me that, Miss. I can't accept it."
"What's there to be sorry about? There's nothing wrong with me calling you Brother."
