On the autumn night's balcony, the "siblings" were arguing with each other in harsh and angry voices, neither too loudly nor too softly.
The quiet Mengxi Garden at this moment had nothing but the howling of the cold wind.
Jiang Muwan stared coldly at Jiang Sinan, who returned her gaze.
This argument was bound to happen, but it had been delayed time and again, until now.
After the incident with Fu Jing, Jiang Sinan had undoubtedly grown. Even though he was furious, almost wanting to confront his parents with Jiang Muwan, he restrained himself.
Without overwhelming anger, the fists by his side tightened and then loosened, loosened and then tightened.
"My existence doesn't need your judgment."
"You think I want to?" Jiang Muwan asked coldly, her voice tinged with a hint of thin anger.
