Whose brother are you?

At Uncle Matteo's residence, Rowan had no choice but to follow Victor to another banquet hall not far away.

Before stepping into the door, she thought she would face another chaotic and noisy carnival, and she was already prepared to have her eardrums pierced again.

It turned out that it was much quieter inside than she expected, and there were not as many people there as before.

Of course, the silence here is not the kind of deathly silence, but there are a lot less noisy sounds.

Many people gathered near the buffet table, chatting and laughing while eating, and the atmosphere was warm and warm.

Like a real birthday party. Uncle Matteo seemed to see the surprise in her eyes and asked her with a smile.

"What's wrong? It's not what you imagined?"

Rowan was a little embarrassed, "I thought it would be... livelier than now."

"Hahaha."

Victor grinned widely, his eyes and eyebrows lightening up.

At this time, he really looked like a 17-year-old boy.

"My sister has a more direct temper. S