When Wen Nuan heard Jiang Ling'er's words, she hesitated for a moment and said warmly, "Ling'er, your brother is still as stubborn as ever?"
At the mention of Jiang Jun, Jiang Ling'er laughed mockingly. Jiang Jun's mind was full of Bai Xue.
When the original host of this body died, Jiang Jun was not sad about his sister's death. The first thing he did was to call Bai Xue. How could a person like Jiang Jun stand on the same side as Jiang Ling'er?
Seeing Jiang Ling'er in deep thought, Wen Nuan thought that her words had made Jiang Ling'er angry.
"Ling'er, I'm very sorry to have made you unhappy," Wen Nuan said hurriedly.
After all, no one would be happy to have a brother like Jiang Jun.
Jiang Ling'er came back to her senses. Fortunately, she had transmigrated and did not have any kinship with Jiang Jun. If it were the original host of the body, she might have felt a little sad.
