Having a peaceful chat interrupted like this—if that isn't a bad omen, what is?
She was someone of clear preferences. When she took a liking to someone, she had endless patience; when she didn't, even a single perfunctory sentence felt like a chore.
Once the outsider burst in, Jiang Yan resumed his unruffled demeanor, using the pretext of straightening his clothes to ask what was wrong.
Chapter 56