Nanjiang
Jiang Chengsi had absolutely no mind to work that day. Mr. Yan knew about what had happened to him in Beijing. Although Yan was short on expression and an extremely quiet, taciturn man, he was all bark and no bite, soft-hearted underneath, and didn't force Jiang to do anything.
Si Qingxiao was worried he'd lose his temper and storm straight back to Beijing, so she'd been staying with him the whole time.
Right now the two of them were driving along the seaside, out for a spin.
She watched a certain someone stare at his phone, his expression turn from cloudy to sunny, then use his phone to request a song from some radio station. Only then did he tell her what had happened. "Xiaoxiao, tell me, isn't my brother just asking for trouble?!"
Si Qingxiao gave a muffled laugh. "Actually, Third Brother treats you pretty well. If he didn't care about you even a little, he wouldn't have rushed to the bar at all."
