The modest living room contained just Jiang Yanting and the little girl...
They stared at each other in an atmosphere that was, inexplicably, a bit uncomfortable.
Jiang Yanting was not a man to wear his emotions on his sleeve. Although his heart was churning with turbulent waves, his face lacked any expression. Only his dark pupils, tightly fixed on the person in front of him, shone with a startling intensity.
A man with a stern face and a strong presence stood before her, staring at her without blinking. Honestly...
It felt somewhat terrifying!
"Sit down," Jiang Yanting said, suppressing the restlessness in his heart. In his lifetime, only when he saw Jiangjiang had his mind ever been so muddled. He suddenly didn't know what to do.
