The sky gradually darkened, and Jiang Yang, after taking a bath, sat on a small stool at the Wei family's doorstep, his actions and expressions exactly the same as when he was back at his old home in Qi Li Town. When Huo Beijiang came downstairs after his bath, having changed into clean clothes, he saw Jiang at first glance.
He had heard his little wife mention Jiang Yang's hobbies before, and now he couldn't help but want to laugh seeing this.
Huo Beijiang leaned casually and gracefully against the banister, exuding an unrestrained and frivolous air from his very bones. His still-damp black hair made him look fatally attractive.
Huo Zhenchuan held a newspaper in his hand, pretending to read it seriously, but he didn't even notice that he was holding it upside down. His eyes kept glancing outside and then back at the stairway entrance.
Finally, unable to restrain himself any longer, he called out, "Bei Jiang, mind your image, your status."
