One flattery after another left Yan Zhan dizzy and disoriented.
"Mother-in-law?"
"Yeah, your mother-in-law will definitely take good care of my sister-in-law!"
"Haha..." Yan Zhan gave her a pat and laughed along. Eventually, he embraced her waist elegantly and contentedly and walked downstairs.
Listening to Yan Zhan's hearty laughter, Zhan Se was laughing too.
But her heart held not a trace of laughter. Instead, there was a hint of doubt about the reality of it all.
A woman "kidnapped," and not only was there no one to ransom her during the kidnapping, but she inexplicably recognized one of the kidnappers as her brother. Probably no historic or unofficial annals, ancient or modern, contained such an absurd record, right?
"Yan Zhan, what if I can't help but lose composure when I meet him later?" Zhan Se said breezily, with a laugh as light as the wind, yet the trace of bitterness in her words didn't escape Yan Zhan's ears.