No matter what Lu Xingzhi said, Jiang Yao remained as quiet as a lamb. She took the watermelon from him and ate it with her head hung low. After she finished the slice, she peeped at Lu Xingzhi quietly, wondering if he was angry about the letter of admission.
Lu Xingzhi rarely displayed his emotions physically. He always wore an impassive expression regardless of his actual emotions that no one knew how he really felt.
From the kitchen, Lu Yuqing's raging voice resonated faintly across the house. Meanwhile, in the living room, Mr. Lu exchanged pleasantries with Zhao Zhuangzong, asking him about the trivial matters in work and life. Occasionally, Zhao Zhuangzong conversed with Lu Xingzhi. Jiang Yao was sitting among them like invisible air. 1
It was not as if Mr. Lu and Zhao Zhuangzong were intentionally ignored her, but they all knew that Jiang Yao was taciturn. She was more reserved and untalkative than Lu Xingzhi in the house. She only answered when she was asked something, and even so, she only answered the question without further elaboration. Her words were simpler and more monotonous than Lu Xingzhi's at times. Fortunately, Lu Xingzhi would hand her fruit from time to time.
the middle of the conversation, Jiang Yao suddenly raised to her feet. Lu Xingzhi shifted
because of Lu Yuqing's accusation earlier. He sounded anxious and hurriedly
room to put this thing away," Jiang Yao said
Jiang Yao's hand. He heaved a sigh of relief when
just a small red mark, it will fade away in less than an hour. You are overreacting like she is some sort of expensive treasure," Lu Yuqing mocked when she heard Lu Xingzhi while coming out of the kitchen with lunch dishes in her hands. Knowing Lu Xingzhi's temper, she instantly returned back to
she followed Lu Xingzhi up the stairs. Lu Xingzhi walked on two steps ahead of her. His long and thin shadow cast on her and blocked the light in front of her. Jiang Yao stared at his back all the way upstairs and retracted her gaze when they entered