Huo Beijiang chuckled lightly, a complex expression falling on Jiang Yang's face, stirring up a small storm before gradually calming down. His body relaxed as he leaned against the back of the chair, slowly closing his eyes, his thick eyelashes casting a small shadow on his handsome face.
The words he had just said to Jiang Yang were a clear warning. In the past, he might not have cared, but after learning from Wei Qin that Jiang Yang had no blood relation to his wife, he couldn't allow them to have a closer relationship than himself.
Absolutely not!
Just the thought of his wife's non-blood-related brother being more important to her than him made him insanely jealous.
Huo Beijiang gradually calmed the turbulent emotions within him. Though seeming to rest with eyes closed, his mind was abuzz with many thoughts and schemes, until everything finally quieted down. His well-defined large hand rested on the car door armrest, tapping slowly.
