"What I should know and what I shouldn't know doesn't matter here." Jiang Yijun said in a low voice. Then, he took the wine bottle on the table and drank it all in one gulp.
Jiang Ruolan quickly took the bottle from his hand. "Stop drinking! Yijun, no matter what, we can talk about this. Don't drink again!"
"Why must you care about me?" Jiang Yijun looked at her coldly.
"Why do you mean? I am your ..." Before Jiang Ruolan could even finish her sentence, she saw a mockery in his eyes. She could not help but glare at him, and said firmly, "You once said that we are one, that we're always needed each other, and no one can take our place! That's what you said, yourself!"
In the end, Jiang Yijun merely snorted coldly, as if he didn't want to say anything.
Seeing his attitude, Jiang Ruolan immediately became angry and pinched his arm. "You brat! Turn around and talk to me! Don't make things difficult for me!"
