[...Jealous?]
Ji Ting froze, as though the word had pinned him in place. Several seconds passed before he slowly turned to Ji Yanzhi. "Are you sure this is jealousy?"
The intimate atmosphere vanished in an instant. Ji Yanzhi let out a helpless laugh. "What else would it be? If you weren't jealous, what were you so angry about?"
Ji Ting's logical mind stubbornly kept working, trying to find a more reasonable category for this unfamiliar emotion. "Why couldn't it simply be anger?"
"Then let me ask you this. Even if I'd gone to see someone without telling you, if you'd found out that person was Wang Mian, would you still have been as angry as you were just now?"
Ji Ting considered this carefully for a moment, then shook his head honestly. "No."
"See?" Ji Yanzhi spread his hands. The conclusion spoke for itself.
"But..." Ji Ting's confusion hadn't entirely cleared, as though he had found an anomaly in his experimental data. "I wasn't constantly sneering, and I didn't say anything sarcastic."
The peculiar question briefly stumped Ji Yanzhi. He asked instinctively, "Why would you sneer? Wouldn't that make you mentally unstable?"
"Sneering means you're mentally unstable? Then every time you get jealous..." Ji Ting imitated his usual mocking laugh. "Heh... Is laughing like that a psychological problem too?"
Ji Yanzhi was left speechless by this unexpected logical counterattack. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Academician Ji, have you considered the possibility that I also like to sneer when I'm angry?"
"Besides, what good would it do you if I were mentally unstable? Why have you been so determined to put me in that category ever since we met?"
Ji Ting blinked. "Weren't you the one who just said that?"
Ji Yanzhi took another deep breath and