Quan Jue brought Jiang Ming to the small room. He glanced at Chi Jiao, who was sitting in the living room. When he saw that she had finished her cake and was playing with her phone while swinging her legs on the couch, he gently closed the door.
"You went a little overboard today." Quan Jue turned to face him, his tone as cold as ice.
Jiang Ming sat with his legs crossed on the chair and raised his eyebrows. "Are you sure your little girlfriend was shocked by me?"
"She's my younger sister," Quan Jue said indifferently.
It wasn't time for the Quan family to know about Jiaojiao yet.
"You don't seem to have a sister," Jiang Ming said.
The Quan family was so big, but they had flourishing yang but weak yin. In Quan Jue's generation, there were no girls at all. They were all boys.
"She's from the Chi family," Quan Jue said slowly.
