Xiang Wenxin immediately sent the audio file to her brother, Xiang Wenhua, and recounted the event by voice once more.
All of this was done in front of Liu Zhizhong.
Liu Zhizhong could feel that Xiang Wenxin controlled her emotions well in this matter—she was factual and did not exaggerate or complain to her brother. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝✶𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮✶𝓷𝓮𝓽
This style, this quality, was truly different, bearing the distinctiveness of a distinguished family, setting her apart from the rest.
Such a woman was even more deserving of appreciation and praise.
Of course, after she sent the message, Liu Zhizhong gracefully raised a coffee cup and said with a magnetic smile, "Little Aunt Xin, you are very composed. I admire that!"
Xiang Wenxin raised her cup in response, clinking it with a ding, her smile slightly arrogant, lips curled up, her bright eyes casually glancing out the window.
This gesture was incredibly beautiful, very relatable, like something out of a comic book heroine.
"Let's wait and see what my brother has to say."
Liu Zhizhong thought so, too.
In his eyes, Xiang Wenhua was a calm and unique person, without excessive impatience or emotional upheaval, which was quite special.
Xiang Wenhua's reaction to the incident where his sister was insulted in Hu Yang would further reflect his style and characteristics.
Born into officialdom, Liu Zhizhong enjoyed studying human nature and used these observations to improve himself, which was also quite distinctive.
After finishing one cup of coffee, Liu Zhizhong poured another for Xiang Wenxin, still waiting for Xiang Wenhua's response.
Xiang Wenxin started to pout, her delicate red lips puckering up—she was irresistibly charming and seductive.
"What is wrong with this brother of mine? How can he not care while his sister is being bullied ?"
"Don't worry, Little Aunt Xin. Your brother might be busy with something. Let's wait a little longer..."
"Your brother, your brother, it's always your brother. Would you die if you called him Uncle Xiang? Would you die if you called him Wild Father?"
Xiang Wenxin exploded at Liu Zhizhong on the spot, leaving him looking utterly dejected, while she wore a mocking smile, seeming to enjoy the moment.
"Little Aunt Xin, what can I say? Don't be . Qingqing and I have barely started anything yet..."
"After all, it's basically settled. You should find a way to divorce your wife soon and then, once Qingqing returns after completing her studies, you two must get married. This is the unanimous opinion of my brother and Brother Ma, hehe..."
As they were talking, Xiang Wenxin's phone chimed with a message on WeChat.
She looked down, "My brother replied, let's see..."
She glanced at it, her brow furrowed, then her face brightened up, and she slowly pushed the phone toward Liu Zhizhong, "Here, see for yourself what Uncle Xiang means, hehe..."
Liu Zhizhong looked at it and was floored.
"Ahhh—what does Mr. Xiang mean by this...?"
"How would I know what it means? Anyway, his intent is pretty much yours, and mine as well."
Liu Zhizhong rubbed his forehead, "This situation has turned quite interesting, ahhh..."
"Little Zhongzi, so what do you think? Little Aunt is asking for your opinion?"
Liu Zhizhong shook his head and looked again at the response Xiang Wenhua sent to Xiang Wenxin, just a line of text: Wenxin, brother won't interfere in this matter. You leave everything to Zhizhong to handle. I trust him to manage things properly!
Is it appreciation and recognition?
Giving both face and a task?
Liu Zhizhong scratched his head, touched his nose, and even rubbed his chin, looking humorously puzzled, amusing Xiang Wenxin to the point of her smirking as he finally said, "The key question is, Little Aunt, are you willing to listen to me?"