Jiang Tingxu spoke on the phone with Old Master Jiang, who asked him why he suddenly moved against Qiyao. To this, Jiang Tingxu gave only one reply: "Zhang Feigu ignored my warning and set his sights on Si You."
Old Master Jiang instantly shifted from confusion to silence.
Old Master Jiang understood his grandson. Though he appeared gentle and polite on the surface and unswayed by worldly things, he was actually fiercely protective. What belonged to him—especially the things he favored—was off-limits to others, not to mention that from childhood to adulthood, whether it was his first love or the most passionate romance, Jiang Tingxu's heart had been tied entirely to Si You.
If we take a hit, we take it, Old Master Jiang thought, his mind shifting. What else in Lindu is beyond the reach of the Jiang Household? Zhang Feigu is indeed a fairly good whetstone; my grandson won't necessarily lose. Even if he does, I am still here.
Hanging up the phone and returning to the bedroom, Jiang Tingxu saw Si You lying half on his stomach across the bed. With his eyes still closed, he was blindly groping around at his side. Finding nothing, his brow furrowed.
Jiang Tingxu chuckled softly, stepping forward to kick off his shoes and lie down. Only when Si You touched him did he relax with a sigh of comfort.
Jiang Tingxu held Si You in his arms, his gaze deep and harboring a latent, ready-to-unleash aggressiveness. The struggle between the lead wolf and the old wolf was an eternal theme. Just as Si You had said, Zhang Feigu was half-mad, and madmen would bite, but at the same time, Zhang Feigu was full of vulnerabilities. His inner demon was Zhou Fan, and Si You wearing a face with a seven-tenths