"Why am I to blame when all I do is care for my sister?"
Lu Jiayue bit her lower lip, a look of grievance on her face.
"Enough."
Lu Yao spoke sternly.
Through the rearview mirror, he looked at Lu Qingyi's indifferent face, his expression somewhat complicated.
Lu Qingyi, perhaps she was indeed gifted.
Some genes wouldn't let her down.
The journey was silent, and before long, Lu Yao parked the car in front of a villa.
Lu Qingyi got out of the car unhurriedly, her hands stuffed in her pockets, her demeanor casual.
"Sister, this is Ye Mansion, Ye Chenxuan's home."
Lu Jiahao walked beside Lu Qingyi, speaking softly.
He knew Ye Chenxuan was in his class and Lu Qingyi should know him.
Lu Qingyi nodded, "Hmm."
Lu Jiayue adjusted her clothes and hair, a polite and sweet smile appearing on her face.
Lu Yao turned off the car, "Today is Mrs. Ye's birthday."
Mrs. Ye did not like festivities, and invited only a few close contacts to her birthday.
"Qingyi."