Meng Ying shook her head and replied. “No, thanks. I still have a lot of tests to do.”
Her cousin did not insist. She leaned her elbow on her knee and put her earphones back on.
Meng Ying smiled. As she moved away, she unintentionally glanced at the phone screen. Suddenly, she halted and turned to look at her cousin’s phone again.
Her cousin noticed the strange look on Meng Ying’s face and could not help asking her. “Ying?”
Meng Ying was in a daze as she looked at her cousin’s phone screen. She hurriedly took her phone out of her pocket and sent Huo Yao a text message.
[Sister Big Shot, is your older brother… a singer?]
Huo Yao had just finished dinner and was on her way up when she received Meng Ying’s text.
She stopped and typed: [Uh huh. He’s probably an amateur or a cover singer. I have never asked him about the specifics.]
Meng Ying’s lips twitched when she saw her reply. She seemed desperate to know the truth and asked boldly: [Mind sending his pic?]
Huo Yao touched her chin. She raised her head to look at her fourth older brother sitting in the living room eating strawberry cake before she replied: [I’ll have to ask him.]
Meng Ying: [Nods nods!]
Huo Yao went back to the living room. “Brother Xiang, can I take a picture of you?”
Huo Xiang had just put a piece of cake in his mouth and some cream was smeared around his lips. He was shocked to hear that his little sister wanted to take his picture.
To be honest, he did not like getting clicked. But it was his little sister who asked him, so he couldn’t refuse her.
He mumbled to himself. “Wait a sec. Let me pose properly.”
“Don’t bother. I already snapped one.” Huo Yao had quickly taken a picture.
Huo Xiang, who was still thinking about his pose, was dumbfounded. “?”
Huo Xiang was in home wear and had been slouching on the couch unglamorously. His strikingly handsome face was hanging open with a half-eaten strawberry in his mouth and his eyes were bulging out. Accompanied by his fluffy curly hair, he looked goofy and adorable.
Huo Yao felt that it was a rather good picture and nodded to herself as she sent it out.
Suddenly an ominous feeling arose in Huo Xiang’s heart. “Yao, have you…”
Huo Yao raised her head and looked at him. “That classmate of mine, whom you met today, asked for your pic.”
Huo Xiang was stunned. “???”
Basically, it wasn’t his little sister who wanted his picture?
More importantly… Huo Xiang lowered his head to look at his outfit before glancing at the strawberry cake on the table. He wiped the cream from the corner of his lips and thought about his earlier expression…
Huo Xiang instantly became upset. He hurriedly put down his fork and went over to Huo Yao without bothering to put on his slippers. “Yao, have you sent the photo?”
“I did,” replied Huo Yao rather heartlessly.
Huo Xiang: “…”
It felt as though he had just witnessed the cool image, which he painstakingly built, collapse.
Meng Ying was dumbfounded when she received the photo and saw the man in the picture. She finally composed herself and sent Huo Yao two messages with complicated emotions surging in her heart.
Meng Ying: [My dear, are you mistaken about what an amateur singer is?]
Meng Ying: [Or do you have some discrimination against cover singers?]
Medicine Pill: [?]
Meng Ying inhaled deeply and suppressed her urge to lose control and kept typing: [Is he really your brother?]
