Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot

”Mwah—” a sound.

Giggles from Jiang Chengsi came from behind, and with Jiang Jinsang in the midst of texting Tang Wan, he twirled his fingers, slightly astonished: Just a peck on the cheek? Was all this spectacle necessary?

Shen Zhixian’s face instantly flushed red, her composure exploding.

She was not thick-skinned, and with those two brothers behind, relatives of his, her embarrassment almost smoked her out...

Jiang Yanting, tall, passed by her, his cold gaze sweeping over the two men in the living room who promptly lowered their heads, feigning innocence. A joke was fine, but if they really upset him, he was a werewolf after all. Even if they were his younger brothers, he wouldn’t show mercy.