Jiang Huocheng's head sobered up in an instant and he was caught at a loss for words.
…damn it, how he wished he could have slept longer.
He scanned Jiang Jinyan's furious eyes, covered in a luminous layer of tears, perplexed. How long had it been since they had looked each other in the eye? Six months? A year? Jiang Huocheng couldn't quite remember it.
His heart couldn't help but constrict painfully. He cleared his throat and averted his eyes away, yet it landed on Jiang Jinyan's bruised face and bandaged arm instead. Frowning, his voice turned deep in dissatisfaction. "You're fighting again? With your leg like this? Who did you fight with?"
Jiang Jinyan clenched his fists tight, his head hung low. If this was him before, he would have thought that Jiang Huocheng wasn't pleased with his behavior. No matter what Jiang Jinyan did, Jiang Huocheng would always have something to nitpick on. Anyway, he also had had enough of the man's cold behavior.
