Stunned, Wang Zichen couldn't help but look up at Jian Ai. "What?"
"To drink. Otherwise, is it for you to wash your face?" Jian Ai smiled and said, "I already saved you. There's no need to be like before, right? You're the same. It's not like I don't know what you're like usually."
Wang Zichen frowned when he heard that. "I usually treat you like that. Why did you help me?"
"Who asked me to be unlucky?" Jian Ai stuffed the Coke into Wang Zichen's hand and sighed. "No matter how we don't get along, you're my cousin and my aunt's son. I can ignore other things, but I have to give face to my aunt. I can't just watch her son get beaten up."
At the mention of Jiang Chunfen, Wang Zichen felt deflated. His hands holding the Coke were a little uneasy, and he looked nervous.
After a while, he said weakly, "Jian Ai…"
Jian Ai raised her eyebrows at him, waiting for him to continue.