He's spoiled rotten; that wolf cub knows how to flirt and be affectionate.

When I came back, I walked past the elevator door, and the elevator door opened.

"elder sister!"

The boy's pleasant voice rang out, full of joy.

Qu Yi turned her head and saw Xu Zuo striding up to her side.

Fang Xue, left behind: "..."

Is my presence as a mother really that low?

Or is this kid just too biased towards outsiders?

At the dining table, Xu Zuo sat opposite Qu Yi, staring longingly at her, but Qu Yi remained seated without moving or looking at him, which made him feel somewhat disappointed.

Fang Xue couldn't bear to watch any longer. She covered her face with one hand and silently mouthed to her friend beside her.

what's the situation?

Aunt Qu glanced at Xu Zuo and Qu Yi, then shook her head at Fang Xue.

After dinner, Xu Zuo followed Qu Yi, while Fang Xue and Qu's mother walked ahead.

"Sister, why are you ignoring me?"

"No."

"You have."

"...Okay, I have it."

After admitting it outright, Qu Yi sensed something was off. She looked up and saw Xu Zuo with his brows furrowed, looking quite aggrieved.

Qu Yi felt a sudden headache coming on; she was all too familiar with that expression.

Just then, Qu's mother turned around and saw this. She frowned and said to Qu Yi, "Xiao Yi, you are the older sister, don't bully Xiao Zuo."

Qu Yi: "..."

When they parted, Qu's mother and Fang Xue had made an appointment for a beauty treatment, so the two of them happily waved goodbye and left, leaving only Qu Yi and Xu Zuo standing by the roadside.

Xu Zuo blinked at Qu Yi.

Qu Yi pressed her temple: "You're going back to school?"

Xu Zuo: "Sister, it's holiday time."

Qu Yi: "Then where are you going?"

Xu Zuo: "Let's go to my sister's!"

Qu Yi: "...Alright then."

Xu Zuo's eyes lit up, and in a daze, it seemed as if a tail was wagging behind him.

She changed her shoes with practiced ease, went to the kitchen to wash fruit, and looked at Xu Zuo as if she were completely at home. Suddenly, she felt like she had forgotten something.

"Wang Wang Wang!"

The mistress rushed over, baring her teeth at Qu Yi in dissatisfaction.

Xu Zuo came out carrying fruit: "Sister, did you forget to give San San some dog food again?"

"San San" is what Xu Zuo calls himself, a deliberate way of calling her "Little San," because he doesn't like the sound of it.

Qu Yi glanced at the empty plate by the wall, her expression a little unnatural.

Seeing this, Xu Zuo slightly curled the corners of his lips. He quite liked his sister's occasional dazedness; it was very cute.

"Sweetie, San San, I'll get you some dog food right away."

He crouched down and patted the mistress's head.

The mistress stopped yelling and instead rubbed against Xu Zuo's leg.

Qu Yi narrowed her eyes slightly: "It seems to like you more."

Xu Zuo laughed and said, "Maybe it's because I'm popular with small animals."

That being said, he still had some doubts in his heart, because he really wasn't someone that small animals liked.

Qu Yi glanced at 3333 indifferently.

The puppy felt a chill run down its spine, and its white fur almost stood on end.

Holiday life can be described as boring, but this only applies to Xu Zuo. He is only really close to his three roommates in China. Although he often goes out to parties with them, he is not really familiar with other people.

Fang Xue is busy with work or going out with friends. Now that he's grown up, he doesn't need her to take care of him anymore, so it seems like he's back to the time when he lived alone abroad.

Fortunately, he can send messages to his sister and visit her at her place from time to time.

But my sister has been very busy these past two days.

I haven't seen her for several days, and she rarely replies to my messages.

Xu Zuo lay on the sofa, hugging a cushion, and looked at his phone at his own lonely post.

[Sister, I'm going to buy chestnuts later, do you want some?]

I sent this message this morning, and it's already noon now, so she still hasn't replied.

Qu Yi had actually seen the message, but she didn't intend to reply.

Suddenly, a "ding" sounded in my mind.

[Temporary task: Please accept the chestnuts of love brought by the poor little one]

Qu Yi: "..."

Where is the pitifulness?