Huo Bei Jiang had left, and Huo Ke Wei pulled Ying Jiuming aside, whispering, "What on earth happened? Why did my little aunt suddenly faint?"
Ying Jiuming looked innocent, "I have no idea! Shouldn't you be asking your little uncle about this?"
Huo Ke Wei glared at him, "If I could ask him, why would I be asking you?"
"I really don't know."
"Then why did you come here?"
"Your little uncle sent me, saying it was because of the issue with Jiang Zhuanzhuan." Although Ying Jiuming didn't know exactly what the issue was, he already had a guess. With that thought, he turned to glance at Jiang Yang.
The little guy was leaning against the wall, his small head drooping, looking utterly dejected.
This was the first time he had seen Jiang Yang so dejected. Usually, although the kid was also withdrawn and silent, it was because he looked down on these mere mortals and couldn't be bothered to speak to them, giving the false impression of autism.
