Si Limo stood at the side, looking down at Si Yelin: "Didn’t you have sothing today? Take my car and go first."
"No need, no need." Si Yelin chuckled, "Xiaochen just helped postpone the dinner to tomorrow afternoon. Nobody expected my car to break down halfway, luckily it’s not in so wilderness, otherwise you might have lost your little brother!"
"Alright, even with a broken car you’re still joking around."
Only then did Si Yelin focus on the car, recalling the young girl still fixing it. He hurriedly passed more parts to her, unable to resist starting a conversation: "Girl, what’s your na? How should I address you? You look pretty young, over 20 yet? Why are you working as a chanic? Actually, this kind of job should be left to n..."
Si Limo was used to his brother’s naturally sociable nature; it had been this way since they were kids, talking a lot more than necessary.
However, upon hearing the word ’girl’, Si Limo was still surprised; was the chanic actually a girl?
Qiao Xiaren: "..."
With a string of questions, which one should she answer first?
After so consideration, Qiao Xiaren finally answered: "My surna is Qiao, I’m 20."
Hearing this calm and unruffled voice, Si Limo felt a bit familiar, as if he’d heard it sowhere before, and couldn’t help but glance to the side.
There was only a vague figure, and he couldn’t see the person’s face clearly for the mont.
"Surna Qiao?" Si Yelin continued with his naturally friendly introduction, "My surna is Si, I’m called Si Yelin, and this guy who ca here is my brother, his na is Si Limo."
"..." Actually, his brother didn’t need an introduction, right?
Qiao Xiaren quickly ca out, her hands were very dirty, and she took the towel from Si Yelin’s hands to wipe them.
Feeling a gaze seemingly focused on her, Qiao Xiaren instinctively looked up, eting a pair of deep, dark ink-like eyes. Both of them were a bit stunned at that mont, as if neither expected to encounter each other in such a situation.
Qiao Xiaren subconsciously averted her gaze, lowered her head, and tossed the towel into the trash can.
"Xiaoqiao, what’s your WeChat? I’ll transfer you the money." Si Yelin took out his phone, mainly wanting to ask for her WeChat ID, having a desire to get to know this girl.
"No need, I have sothing else to do, I’ll leave first."
As Qiao Xiaren took just one step, her path ahead was blocked by Si Limo; she didn’t even know when he had co over, suddenly reaching out to pinch her chin slightly hard.
Qiao Xiaren instinctively wanted to swat his hand away; this man’s behavior was truly frivolous and presumptuous.
"How did you get this scar?"
Qiao Xiaren paused for a mont, realizing he was intensely focused on the scar by her ear, looking especially serious, she even felt a bit of heat by her ear.
It was a scar left from a car accident a few years ago, which had faded quite a bit in recent years, but was still sowhat noticeable.
"None of your business." Qiao Xiaren habitually replied coldly, accustod to pushing everyone away, whether acquaintances or strangers.
Qiao Xiaren stepped back a few steps, quickly creating so distance.
Si Limo found it strange, wasn’t she enthusiastic during the dance earlier? Leaving that aside, it would be unusual for a normal girl to work in such a place, not only was it exhausting, but also dangerous.
Her hand, didn’t resemble that of an ordinary girl, it was quite rough.
At that mont, his heart, not often stirred, was shocked for a bit, as he experienced the feeling of pitying soone for the first ti. Girls of her age, aren’t they all supposed to be cherished and pampered, obedient to every whim?
"Doesn’t your husband take care of you?"
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