Jing Luozhou heard the voice and turned around.
At the moment he saw the figure of the man walking out, Jing Luozhou almost squawked and nearly jumped up!
Seeing Jing Jihan coming out, Shi Su was still at the kitchen door without entering. She winked at him from a distance, signaling with her eyes "leave this idiot to you," then hurried into the kitchen to boil water.
Jing Luozhou sat stiffly on the couch for ages, under his brother’s gaze, ultimately not daring to really jump up.
He remained petrified in his spot, motionless.
It wasn’t until Jing Jihan walked to the opposite side that he mechanically, slowly, slowly turned his head back, looking incredulously at his living and breathing brother in front of him.
Brother’s reunion—Jing Luozhou was so shocked his jaw nearly dislocated, while Jing Jihan looked at him as if he were a stranger, calmly sat on the opposite couch, expressionless as they locked eyes.
Jing Luozhou opened his mouth, quickly glanced towards the kitchen to see Shi Su not coming out, then turned back to look at the person across, mouthing the shocked question: "Brother?!"
Jing Jihan only coolly and indifferently raised an eyebrow as a response.
Damn, it really is his brother!
He almost thought he was seeing things earlier, or that woman was casting a spell, otherwise how could he see his fugitive brother in a place ...!
Jing Luozhou was still full of shock and suspicion, forcing himself to calm down, lowering his voice to ask, "What are you doing here?" Thɪs chapter is updated by Nov3lFɪre.ɴet
Jing Jihan was indifferent and composed, unhurried: "Shouldn’t I be asking you that?"
"No, I mean, weren’t you with my legendary sister-in-law?" Jing Luozhou anxiously bared his teeth: "But why are you here..."
This is so damn sudden!
Suddenly, Shi Su’s voice came from the kitchen: "Ji Han, do you want some tea? How about I brew you a cup of love fruit tea after the guest leaves?"
Jing Jihan didn’t respond immediately, while Jing Luozhou petrified again.
His fishing-skilled little beauty calling his brother what?
"Jihan?!" Jing Luozhou nearly bit his own tongue, then looking at his brother’s utterly calm and indifferent expression, he began doubting life.
Jing Luozhou pointed blankly in the direction of the kitchen, then pointed blankly at Jing Jihan, realizing suddenly: "She? Ah—?!"
Jing Jihan’s eyes were calm, as if no emotion.
But in Jing Luozhou’s eyes, this equaled not denying!
The sound of boiling water in the kitchen was quite loud, but not loud enough to mask the dialogue in the living room, yet it was surprisingly quiet.
Were these two really not communicating at all?
While Ji Han indeed doesn’t talk much, that silly boy talks a lot, haven’t they started any topic at all?
If these two are sitting silently in awkward tension, with Ji Han not declaring his identity as the host, can this compensation fund be received smoothly, can it let that boy experience the cruelty of society?
Shi Su took out a box of tea leaves from the cabinet, a gift received when Jun started her studio, seemingly still a decent pre-rain Dragon Tea.
After pouring two cups of tea, she carried them out, Shi Su, smiling all over her face, placed the tea on the coffee table, then very naturally sat beside Ji Han, faced with Jing Luozhou, who for some reason looked like he swallowed sieved straws, gently raised her finger to point at the man beside her, introduced: "My husband, Ji Han."