At this moment, Lu Jing really felt like he was about to puff up like a blowfish.
His cheeks kept inflating, his eyes wide open.
Jiang Ye thought it might be better not to tease him too much, or what if he really exploded with anger?
He tapped his slender fingers twice on the coffee table, creating a rhythmic "tap, tap" sound:
"Come here."
He had already called out a second time, and he might not be so patient on a third.
Lu Jing, detecting the threatening tone in Jiang Ye's words, had no choice but to walk over reluctantly since he couldn't flee or win a fight.
In the corner of his eye, he swiftly scanned the room.
Only to realize in shock, everything here, was it not exactly the same as six years ago?
The photos on the TV cabinet were still the ones he had placed there, and the little ornaments nearby were found during leisurely market visits, including the furniture and home appliances—everything was unchanged.
To not be surprised would definitely be a lie.
