Qiaoqiao looked out the window, slowly becoming downcast again: "The handsome brother is very kind. We should have brought two more fish."
Song Tan: …
"Just because someone has a nice face, you're ready to side with outsiders?"
Qiaoqiao giggled foolishly: "But the brother is really so handsome! He likes me!"
Song Tan had to agree—handsome is subjective, liking Qiaoqiao is a given. But it wasn't necessary to bring fish. They had already brought plenty of things this time. You can't possibly give away all your belongings just because someone looks good, right?
"Am I not good-looking?" Song Tan squinted at him.
Qiaoqiao earnestly examined her and then nodded: "Good-looking—but the brother is just a tiny bit better looking."
He gestured with his pinky finger:
"Just a tiny bit."
Alright then. Blood relation filters couldn't beat objective reality. Song Tan conceded:
