This answer had been clear to them a long, long time ago, but hearing it again still made them feel uncomfortable in their hearts.
Especially because of yesterday's actions, which equated them with their elder brother, it deeply chilled their hearts.
The three of them did not speak again, they had no words to respond, and they couldn't bear to part with Qiaoqiao.
The atmosphere in the air quieted down for a long time, Sang Qiao did not urge them, she just quietly waited for them to speak, giving them time to digest.
She was also forcing them to face reality, that they really couldn't go back.
After a while, Sang Siyang spoke out bitterly, "Fine, if you don't need me in the future, I won't bother you again."
Leaving those words behind, he hugged the gift box and turned to leave, his departing figure desolate, indicating his resigned heart.
"Qiaoqiao, I…" Sang Shen gripped the gift box tighter.
He couldn't be as carefree as Siyang, he couldn't let go…
