Chapter 109 - Untitled (2/2)

Jiang Ruolan did not reply. Jiang Yijun forcibly shifted his gaze away from the man who looked similar to him. He looked at Jiang Ruolan with eyes full of accusation. ”Why is he here?! And at this time? In your room so early in the morning?!”

Jiang Ruolan could feel the anger emanating from Jiang Yijun. She opened her mouth, but before she could speak, Jiang Yijun forcibly opened the door and headed for the living room.

Jiang Ruolan's stiffened from the loud sound of her door being thrown against the wall. She turned her head to look at Xian Zihao, but the latter only looked at her indifferently.

She couldn't see through Xian Zihao's thoughts. She didn't know if he saw anything on Jiang Yijun's face, but even though it seemed like nothing, she could feel that there was some deeper meaning behind his (Xian Zihao) expression.

Jiang Ruolan took a deep breath and ran into the living room. Jiang Yijun was already standing there, waiting for her.

”Jiang Yijun! Don't misunderstand! I only locked the door because--”

”Who is he?” Jiang Yijun cut her and coldly looked at her, his face already unnaturally livid.

Jiang Ruolan had never seen Jiang Yijun this angry before, at least he had always been joking with her. After all these years, neither of them had ever fallen out with each other and even though she knew that he would get angry when he knew about this, but she didn't expect him to be so angry.

Jiang Ruolan quickly grabbed his arm and said, ”He is --”

”I'm Xian Zihao.” A clear and serene voice came from behind her.

Jiang Yijun and Jiang Ruolan were both stunned. In the blink of an eye, the anger within Jiang Yijun's body dissipated by more than half.

”You can call me brother-in-law.” Without waiting for any reaction from the two siblings, Xian Zihao curved his lips into a faint smile and gave Jiang Yijun a carefree smile.

It was as if he was always like this, calm and unperturbed, without a shred of arrogance or intent to do anything that could instantly extinguish the flames of war that were burning fiercely.

It was as if his simple and quiet words instantly suppressed the anger that erupted from Jiang Yijun.

Just like a drop of sweet dew in a drought, refreshing and cleansing.

Yes, he was Xian Zihao. Because he was Xian Zihao, there was nothing wrong with him appearing in Jiang Ruolan's room.

Jiang Ruolan's hand was still on Jiang Yijun's arm, and she could feel the tension on his muscles. She carefully pinched his arm, causing him to look down at her and see her nod.

Jiang Yijun sucked in a deep breath as if he was overwhelmed with anger. When he raised his head to look at Xian Zihao, who was walking towards them, a complicated expression appeared on his face.