When she turned back, she collided with her brother's icy gaze, startling her so much that she choked on her own saliva and coughed out loud.
After leaving the hotel, Zhan Nanqing quickly released Qiao Jing's arm and maintained a certain distance from him.
"Are you happy now, brother," she said, "just borrowing him for a little while, no need to be so stingy."
Although she really liked Qiao Jing now, she had to keep it from her brother.
After all, Qiao Jing dressed as a man was incredibly handsome; her drool was almost dripping on the floor.
Zhan Qipei's dark eyes were filled with coldness; without saying another word, he brought Qiao Jing to his side and led him to the car.
"Go back on your own."
If his sister really liked Qiao Jing, it wouldn't matter even if she was his biological sister; he still wouldn't let the two of them interact.
