Jiang Jinsang entered right after, his expression calm, quietly surveying the room after entering, his gaze indifferent, almost devoid of emotion.
"Qi Zeyan, what are you doing?" You Hongxian frowned, seemingly a bit anxious.
No one would be happy if someone barged into their home for no reason.
Jiang Jinsang also noticed that besides him, there was a couple in the living room.
The two sat together on a two-seater sofa, the man holding a teacup, blowing wisps of white smoke off its rim, while the woman on one side was observing the unfolding events without any action.
Jiang Jinsang squinted, seemingly immediately guessing the identities of the couple. The man drinking tea, perhaps noticing Jiang's gaze, suddenly looked up.
Their eyes met, and he nodded slightly, composed and poised.
Elegance and nobility were ingrained in him.
True demeanor is never about fancy clothes, but the poise in every gesture, something that can't be mimicked.
