id, and smiled at Ou Yan, "Grandpa really likes calligraphy. If you have any problems with calligraphy, we can also discuss them in front of me.""Okay," Euro Yan smiled.Si Yechen: ......Wen Guanjia, w...Drifting Team
Ou Yan seemed to have known about it all along, a faint smile playing on her lips. So, was she the only one kept in the dark
"Wait a minute, if the drifting team was founded by Li Si, then he would be the Fourth Master..."
Then why did he have a falling out with his own sister before
When Yan Yan previously stood in for her in a car race, she had also said that he owed her a beating...
If they go any further, the two siblings will end up as enemies!!
Could it be that back then, Yanyan didn't know that man was her fourth brother And that man didn't know he was bullying his own younger sister!
Is there such a coincidental and melodramatic thing in the world
Li Si wanted to stop his older brother from revealing his identity, but it was too late. He saw surprise and a complicated expression in Zuo Xun's eyes. Was it because of the drifting team's bad impression on her before
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Zu Xin looked at Li Si's expression, it was beyond words of surprise and shock....
"Let's hear what kind of trouble Miss Zuo encountered first. There's no need to rush," Li Yihan still sounded concerned and showed no intention of leaving.
"...I won't trouble the Fourth Master with such small matters, ah, no, I mean the Fourth Brother..."
When he heard someone calling him "Si Ge" (older brother), Li Si became a little agitated. "Don't call me Si Ge."
Zu Xun was startled by his tone. It seemed Li Si really disliked her! He had only been enduring her because of Yan Yan's face all this time!!
Since just now this fourth brother has not spoken at all... Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!
When I speak, you seem impatient...g, Ou Yan could only agree to go with him.car inside.Let me know if you have any other text you'd like translated!Li Sen, sitting in the back seat, noticed that Si Ye Chen kept glancing at the passeng...