After threatening his two younger brothers, he finally lowered his eyes to look at Shen Zhixian, stretched out his hand to rub the top of her hair, and helped her smooth it down:
"There's nothing to worry about."
His tone was gentle, tinged with indulgence.
Shen Zhixian truly felt embarrassed and, hugging the flowers, quickly ducked into the kitchen...
Jiang Chengsi couldn't hold back and laughed again, and Jiang Yanting gave him a cold look, "Come help me with the luggage."
Although Shen Zhixian had entered the kitchen, she kept listening to the noise outside, Jiang Chengsi was too wicked; one could never be sure what nonsense he might spout next.
"I told you just coming to eat would be enough, why bring so much luggage?" Jiang Chengsi went over and helped him carry the suitcase inside.
"I'm staying at my own house; why wouldn't I bring luggage?"
Shen Zhixian's fingers, clutching the spatula, shivered, "Clang—" it fell to the floor.
