The people present noticed that Zhang Li's expression didn't look right.
What does he want to do?
"You—" Zhang Li suddenly turned around and pointed at Xie Wanying, "I remember you."
During her high school years, Xie Wanying visited the Zhang family as a guest, but the visits were few and far between. Perhaps she occasionally saw her desk mate's older brother at his house, but she didn't have a deep impression of him.
In her vague memory of this person, as Zhang Wei had said, Zhang Li seemed to only like playing video games in his own room and wouldn't come out to greet guests. Even when he came to the kitchen for food, he would brush past guests with a cold face, showing no manners or etiquette. The Zhang Family Parents couldn't reprimand their son, let alone Zhang Wei.
Every time Zhang Wei felt embarrassed by her brother in front of classmates, she would feel overshadowed by a metaphorical cloud.
