"Jiang gege, I don't know why my brother Sian is doing this to me. Save me, Jiang gege!" Song Zijian tried to appear as a bullied fragile beauty, but the swelling and the bruises on his face only succeeded in making him resemble a beggar.
"Sian." Jiang Hangyu gritted his teeth and spoke each syllable with hate and resentment.
"Ah Jian came to see you, and what in the world do you think you're doing?"
Sian scratched the tip of his right ear with his finger and furrowed his brows.
"If you have to speak, speak softly. Why are you yelling? My eardrums will burst."
Jiang Hangyu was shocked. Not only had Sian replied to him, but he had also scolded him as well. Forget the scolding—Sian had never talked back to him before. He had always tried to oblige him, flattering him and even apologizing whenever he thought Jiang Hangyu was upset, even slightly.
