Jiang Yan, wearing shorts and a tank top, yawned as he came to open the door.
Leaning against the door frame with a smile that was not quite a smile, he said, "Uncle, Uncle Jiang, this early?"
Uncle Jiang looked at the smile on Jiang Yan's face and felt something was off. He forced a smile and said, "We didn't see you yesterday, so your uncle and I were worried about you. We caught a ride with a delivery truck from the town at five this morning."
Seeing Jiang Yan blocking the doorway, showing neither enthusiasm nor inviting them in, Uncle Jiang's heart sank with displeasure.
They had come all the way early in the morning, and here was this junior, acting all high and mighty?
Jiang Yan saw his uncle's face darken and let out a cold laugh inwardly. He stepped aside to let them in and poured two glasses of water onto the coffee table.
Then he yawned, half-closed his eyes, and slumped onto the single sofa on the side with a complete lack of image.
