After dealing with the matters of the prosecutor's office, Jiang Tong took her little backpack and went home.
As soon as she walked in, she saw Jiang Zirui lying across the sofa like a boss, even with his legs crossed.
He had also dug out the pack of sunflower seeds she loved most, munching on them with relish, while casually tossing the shells onto the floor.
On the screen of the LCD TV, the latest horror movie was playing.
Jiang Tong's eyebrows twitched intensely, and she called his name through gritted teeth, "Jiang, Zi, Rui."
This darn troublemaker has been jinxing her since the day he was born!
"Hey, sis, you're back."
Upon hearing her voice, Jiang Zirui flashed a goofy smile and quickly stood up.
In his hand was the large sunflower fan that Xia Qiao had somehow gotten.
His hair was a mess, resembling an exploded hairstyle, just like an old man selling vegetables on the street.
