Lu Xunli: "..."
Scorned by his little sister, Lu Xunli fell somewhat silent.
Although Lu Xiaoxiao had expressed her disdain in her thoughts every day since Chen Xiwan moved into the Lu Family home, and he had more or less grown used to hearing it, his sister's distance still left him with mixed feelings.
Watching Lu Xiaoxiao hurry upstairs, Lu Xunli's brows drew tighter and tighter. He had wanted to call her over to eat some of the sliced fruit on the coffee table, but never found a chance to speak.
"That girl..."
Song Zhilan, who had also heard her thoughts, glanced toward the stairs, then at Lu Xunli, worry creeping into her expression.
After her last conversation with Lu Yuan, Song Zhilan had learned that the family could all hear Lu Xiaoxiao's thoughts. At least their second son, Lu Shiyan, had already come clean to Lu Yuan.
Lu Bochen was not good at communicating, and they had yet to discuss it openly with him for fear of upsetting him. Still, judging by how close he was to Lu Xiaoxiao, they could guess that he most likely heard her too. Otherwise, there was no explaining why this boy, who had been withdrawn for so long, had suddenly changed his attitude toward her.
As for Lu Yubai, there was no need even to guess. The boy could not hide anything, and a little observation had made it obvious.
But when it came to Lu Xunli... Song Zhilan was not quite sure where he stood.
After all, when they had discussed Chen Xiwan's pregnancy at the dinner table, Xiaoxiao had objected so vehemently in her thoughts, yet this son of hers had not wavered in the slightest, as though he could not hear a thing.
That night, Song Zhilan had discussed the