Jiang Zhuoheng smiled. He casually replied, "Whenever I'm around, he's always the one who loses his cool."
Ming Ansheng froze.
Then he burst out in laughter. Indeed, it seemed so.
Whenever Jiang Zhuoheng was around, Yan Rusheng would do all sorts of things.
Especially back then when he himself didn't realize that he liked Xuxu.
Back then, whenever the gang went out, whether it was on an excursion or just a meal, Yan Rusheng would always have a bone to pick with Wen Xuxu.
When they were young, Wen Xuxu was very hostile towards Yan Rusheng. She punched him whenever she was unhappy with him. But eventually—he didn't know when it started, but—it became Yan Rusheng's turn to nitpick at Wen Xuxu.
Every time, she would be at the end of her tether and leave without throwing a tantrum.
Then Yan Rusheng, as though he had achieved his goal, would leave not long after her.
And they didn't suspect a thing.
