After a few more minutes, Jiang Huai finally arrived.
"Brother, why are you outside?" he asked.
Jiang Ye moved slightly to the side:
"Why are you dragging your feet?"
His tone was clearly disdainful, but luckily, Jiang Huai had always been used to it.
"Cough, I waited for several red lights; it delayed me a bit," he explained sheepishly.
"Alright, let's go in."
"Oh, okay."
The brothers entered one after another, and as soon as they stepped inside, they felt the oppressive atmosphere.
Cough cough.
Jiang Huai coughed twice, and his face immediately lit up with a smile:
"Ms. Su, keeping such a stern face doesn't suit your beauty."
Jiang Huai, with his glib tongue, naturally spoke better and was more adept at winning the family's affection than his brother.
Probably, that's a universal trait of the younger siblings around the world.
Jiang's mother rolled her eyes:
"Why are you babbling nonsense? Don't you see the situation we're in?"
Hiss.
Jiang Huai exhaled:
