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Zhou Chengchen picked it up and looked at it, all her attention focused on the photograph, completely unaware of An Rui beside her, because of this action, a flicker of panic in his eyes.

But soon, An Rui regained his composure, and Zhou Chengchen had already put down the photograph.

"Let’s go, I’ll take you to the sky terrace for a look, the view is quite nice."

An Rui said, but the phone in his pocket rang, seeing the caller ID, An Rui greeted her, then walked outside to take the call.

Zhou Chengchen’s gaze swept around the room again; such a small room, she could survey it in one glance, suddenly, Zhou Chengchen thought of something.

Team uniform!

Since they are such a team, they should have team uniforms, which Zhou Chengchen had never seen.

Thinking about it, she directly reached out and opened Zhou Qi’s wardrobe, without any hesitation, and the result left Zhou Chengchen dumbfounded.

The wardrobe wasn’t big, with just some T-shirts casually hung inside, including the team uniform Zhou Chengchen wanted to see.

But now, what attracted all her attention wasn’t the team uniform, but the photos pasted on the inside of the wardrobe door.

In today’s era, there aren’t many people who specifically print out photos, yet the inside of Zhou Qi’s wardrobe door was covered with many photos.

Most of them were group photos, but occasionally there were one or two of just one person.

Zhou Chengchen was very sharp; in an instant, she captured the key point of these photos—Xiao Rou!

Yes, Xiao Rou.

Why would Zhou Qi have so many photos of Xiao Rou? And why would he keep them this way?

"Cheng Chen, we..."

An Rui, having finished the call, turned his head and saw Zhou Chengchen standing in front of the wardrobe, momentarily choked up. The next second, An Rui rushed over, slammed the wardrobe door shut with an awkward scratch to his nose, "Cheng Chen, let’s go outside."

Zhou Chengchen frowned at An Rui.

An Rui was already pulling her outside, upstairs, directly to the sky terrace.

"Are you all hiding something from me?"

Zhou Chengchen asked directly, without mincing words, getting straight to the point.

An Rui was even more awkward, stammering twice, unable to say anything.

"If you don’t say, I’ll go ask Zhou Qi."

Zhou Chengchen was even more straightforward, turned to leave, An Rui hurriedly stopped her, "No no no, don’t go."

Zhou Chengchen looked back at An Rui, her gaze sharp, the meaning clear: then you better tell me.

An Rui sighed and began, "This matter, well, it’s your brother’s secret, he doesn’t want you to know, it’s all in the past."

Zhou Chengchen wasn’t stupid; she directly asked, "Does my brother... like Little Rou’er?"

Although she was already certain of this thought in her heart, when Zhou Chengchen said it, there was still a bit of uncertainty.

Because it was too irrational.

Zhou Qi had known Xiao Rou not just for a day or two.

As Zhou Chengchen’s best friend, Zhou Qi had known Xiao Rou for a long time, longer than An Rui and Xi Siyan.

But Zhou Chengchen never saw Zhou Qi showing any special interest in Xiao Rou.

For her understanding of Zhou Qi, that guy, seemingly laid-back, is indifferent to everything except games, but Zhou Chengchen knows, Zhou Qi is very clear about what he likes and what he wants to do.

Someone like him would absolutely not have such a distant notion of a secret crush.

If he really liked Xiao Rou, he would undoubtedly say it outright without hesitation.

But the result was nothing at all.

Even as his sister, she had no clue.

For a person to like another, it’s easy to hide it from the person involved, but not so easy from observers.

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