"How could someone who's been hiding for decades suddenly come out so easily?"
He shook his head and stood up: "Never mind, thinking about it is giving me a headache."
He strode out the door.
Changhe didn't leave. He stood firmly on the ground, looking at Jiang Yu who was still sitting in his seat drinking tea. The resentment on his face was finally no longer hidden.
"Seventh Brother. Although you are my brother, you'd better not interfere in my affairs anymore."
Her voice was cold: "Even if I dislike Meng Zhixuan, even if he's just a dog, you can't just bully him as you please."
Jiang Yu looked up at her, not particularly angry, but his eyes were full of disdain. He asked with a slight smile, "Are you done talking, little sister? If you don't leave now, you won't be able to catch up with your third brother."
Changhe's punch landed on cotton, which only made her angrier: "Don't be so smug just because Third Brother is on your side! He's my own cousin!"
“Your family is full of good-for-nothings. If you leave Third Brother, even a beggar on the street could beat you up!”
Jiang Yu still didn't answer; he just stared at her with a strange look in his eyes.
Nagaho didn't notice and continued smugly, "Those who are sensible shouldn't do anything extra."
Jiang Yu's gaze fell on the teacup he had picked up again, and saw that it was covered with fine cracks. In the next instant, it shattered into pieces and fell to the ground from his fingertips.
It drizzled like a brief hailstorm.
Belatedly realizing what was happening, Changhe was finally startled. She took a step back in shock and heard Jiang Yu's still languid voice: "I heard you. Do you have anything else to say?"
He looked at her with a smile, as if she were a prey that knew no bounds.
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