Jiang Ruolan was quite familiar with Wei Zhijuan's character. She knew that Xian Yijun had made her suffer a lot. Although she didn't know what exactly had happened between Wei Zhijuan and Xian Yijun, looking at these snack bags, she slowly understood.
Not long after, Xian Yijun came out of the bathroom wearing comfortable pants and a loose T-shirt. When he walked into the living room, he glanced at her while wiping his short wet hair with a towel. His eyes fell on the two bags in her hand.
Jiang Ruolan looked at him and smiled. "Yijun, since when do you like eating potato chips?" she asked nonchalantly.
Xian Yijun averted his eyes. He wiped his hair a few more times and then threw the towel on the dining chair. Then he went to the fridge and took out two bottles of mineral water.
He drank one himself and handed her another at the same time.
