A Gathering

"Got it. The old man is a nag!"

Zhao Xiaolei hurriedly pushed Zhao Han upstairs.

"You never help me, nothing good will happen from you helping me. Tell me, what do you want?"

Zhao Han knew her thoughts. He grew up with her and understood her well.

Zhao Xiaolei sniffed Zhao Han's body, flipped his collar, and looked at his neck.

"Are you a dog? What are you looking for?"

Zhao Han pushed her aside and smiled.

"Brother, tell me honestly, what were you doing today? You smell like Chanel No. 5, lilies, and lavender. These are all women's things. Are you in a relationship?"

Zhao Xiaolei guessed.

Zhao Han hurriedly covered her mouth and smiled.

"Little girl, what nonsense are you saying? You don't seem to have a high IQ, but you're trying to use it on me?"

"You're the one with a low IQ! Tell me! Am I going to have a new sister-in-law? I'll tell Dad if you don't tell me!" Zhao Xiaolei shouted.