The fury in his heart was rising rapidly, and Zhuang Yi wished he could bring Jiang Jingheng and his mother over to give them a good beating.
A joyful female laughter suddenly stopped the flames from burning.
He stared blankly at the woman who was laughing softly with her lips pressed together and asked, "What's wrong?"
"I'm just teasing you," Mu Yan smiled, "They treat me quite well, but some people can't stand me having it good, always trying to trip me up."
Zhuang Yi heaved a sigh of relief, knowing who she was referring to. His expression darkened, "Don't worry, since I'm here, I won't let anyone bully you."
Mu Yan neither agreed nor disagreed and took a sip of water.
Zhuang Yi thought she didn't believe him, feeling a bit stifled, but he swore that this time he wouldn't let her down like before.
Otherwise, who knows how long he'd have to wait to hear her call him brother.
Soon, the food was served, and the two ended their conversation.
