For some reason, Yang Chifeng just felt really frustrated.
He turned around wanting to leave, but found his sleeves being tugged at by Yang Sitong. Her face was frightfully pale as she looked at him with reddened eyes, choking, "Brother… please help me! Help me get Lu Yanchen, will you? I really can't take this lying down…!"
Yang Chifeng raised his fingers and rubbed his glabella troubledly before asking softly, "Even if you can't take it, what can you do?"
"I…!" As Yang Sitong spoke, a teardrop spilled down from her eyes as she looked like she was in extreme pain. "Brother, I really love Lu Yanchen! Truly! It's not even because his surname is Lu that I'm so in love with him!"
Looking at her, Yang Chifeng's face was cold as snow.
He had doted on this younger sister of his since she was young, and would not let her suffer any bit of grievances. But, was supporting and helping her the best option for her?