But family, huh...
Cen Dongsheng thought for a bit.
Even though Sister Zhi Zhen had complained about his lack of empathy, he wasn't so dense that he couldn't tell whether a woman liked him or not.
Her words and the occasional closeness she exhibited were indeed ambiguous and could make his heart flutter—but did she really think of him that way?
"Sister Zhi Zhen."
"Hm?"
"Regarding our earlier conversation, I want to confirm something. Sister Zhi Zhen, do you... consider me family?"
"Isn't that the case?"
An Zhizhen cocked her head, asking back in wonder.
"At work we are partners, and personally, we are family... Ah, if you deny it now, I'd truly be heartbroken."
"I..."
Cen Dongsheng hesitated.
"I think so. When I first started calling you 'Sister Zhi Zhen,' I didn't feel that way. But the more time we spend together, the more I feel like you're my real elder sister."
"Oh my, such a sweet talker."
The corners of her mouth curled up.