Jiang Cheng felt that Jiang Li had been acting off these past few days.
Every day, she would leave early with her backpack and not return until late.
Even when she came home, she scarcely spoke a few words before returning to her room.
Her behavior was very similar to how she had started out.
But what was different was that every time she either left or returned home, she would look at him with a gaze that sent chills down his spine.
The first and second day, Jiang Cheng thought he might have been seeing things.
But by the third and fourth day, he couldn't stand it anymore.
So, one morning, while Jiang Li was at home, he took some brand-new review materials upstairs and knocked on the door of Jiang Li's room.
"Come in."
The woman's voice was flat, revealing no hint of emotional fluctuation.
"Sis, it's me," Jiang Cheng said as he obediently walked in.
Jiang Li didn't even lift her head, continuing to flip through a book at her desk as if she hadn't expected his arrival.
