Hearing this, Qi Yan happily took the plate of snacks away from him.
"That's just great. I didn't want to give them to you anyway!"
He then merrily took the plate of snacks and walked back to Tan Bengbeng.
"I gave it to him, but he didn't want it!"
"…"
Tan Bengbeng looked up and cast a glance at Mo Yongheng, her eyes flickering slightly.
He doesn't eat sweet food…
Her brother did not like sweet food either. When they were young, when there were sweets at home, her brother would always keep his share and use them to coax her whenever she was unhappy.
Unexpectedly, Tan Bengbeng turned and instructed someone to prepare some food for Mo Yongheng.
Just when she had finished speaking, Qi Yan's face darkened completely.
"And you said you don't like him! You're showing concern for him right now in front of me. Don't tell me it's because he looks like your brother. Go on then, tell me. What does your brother look like? I'll do plastic surgery to change my face to his'!"
