At the age of ten, he shyly called out "Sister Jiang," a slender, small boy obedient like a little milk dog. She imitated the adults, kissing his forehead to comfort him.
When they met again, he was dressed in a sharp suit with gold-rimmed glasses, his every move as noble and pure as glimmering frost and snow, unapproachably lofty.
Tearing off that scholar's disguise, he finally revealed his fangs in the darkness.
"Isn't this what you taught me?" he whispered, encircling her slim waist from behind and seeking a kiss, his voice seductive, nearly playful as he called out those two words, "Sister Jiang."
Jiang Jiu only then realized that the other party had long since become an obsessive and scheming mad dog, in a place she knew not of.

Jiang Siyan asked, "Do you eat lobster?"


Indeed, the one who knows me is Jiang Siyan too.


Jiang Jiu was in a good mood, "When are you coming back?"


After hanging up the phone, Jiang Jiu turned on the TV in the room and was just about to randomly pick a movie when her phone rang again—it was Grandma calling.


Jiang Jiu hurriedly got up to answer the phone, "Grandma."


"Jiujiu, I was watching the news, and they said you went to Huatai Village for an interview. The weather there is bad, and I heard someone was buried alive. Are you okay?"


The incident where Jiang Jiu was buried probably wasn't explicitly mentioned by Shuangcheng TV Station. They only mentioned, "An unexpected accident occurred where our station's journalist was buried under mud and rocks during a rescue operation, fortunately unharmed." Therefore, Jiang Jiu boldly guessed that Grandma had no idea that she was the one buried.


Chapter 392 - Chapter 392: He Who Knows Me, Jiang Siyan