C411 Tear Your Mouth apart

"My brother, Nanshan." Zhao Chumian elegantly walked over and sat down.

She leaned against the light blue cloud pillow on the sofa and asked, "Is the tea good?"

"I don't dare to drink your tea, I'm afraid it will poison me..." Old Mrs. Sheng was disdainful.

She looked at Nanshan, who looked talented, and asked, "Is he really your brother, not your adulterer?"

Nanshan's dark eyes darkened