Song Yiyi nodded politely, "Hello, Senior Sister."

Cen Yue’s senior sister is her senior sister, there should be nothing wrong with it.

Bi Ying has very white lips. When she saw her actions, she quickly smiled, giving off the feeling of a sickly and cold beauty.

Song Yiyi suddenly felt as if the spring, with the ice and snow melting and all things reviving, had hit her in the face.

Bi Ying is actually six years older than Cen Yue.

Song Yiyi sighed in her heart, time really favors beauties, if no one told her, no one would be able to tell that she is 34 years old.

I wonder what she will look like fourteen years from now.

Bi Ying turned around and whispered to Cen Yue, "Junior Sister is so cute. Living with her every day must be very happy, right?"

Cen Yue said indifferently, "Heartless and infuriating."

He told Bi Ying exactly what Song Yiyi had just said.

Bi Ying laughed out loud. "You're desperate and resorting to such methods. As a woman, I think Junior Sister is very generous."

She clenched her fist and said, "If your senior brother treats me like this, I will definitely beat him to a pulp."

Cen Yue's tone remained firm, "Then I'd rather she beat me up."

Laughter could be heard from there from time to time.

Gu Chengze looked at Song Yiyi several times, and seeing her drooping eyelids, he became anxious.

He wanted to rush over and punch Cen Yue a few times.

Song Yiyi finally opened her eyelids, turned her head to Gu Chengze and said seriously, "Brother."

Gu Chengze quickly responded, "Well, do you want me to hit him directly, or do you want me to hold him and you hit him?"

He never advocates using force to solve problems.

But Cen Yue really went too far.