Ye Liangyan wanted to check, but he stopped her.
Suddenly, he laid her down flat on the large bed, then lay down beside her himself.
Wrapping his arm around her, he murmured, "There, after all that fuss, I'm tired too. Stay with me for a while."
Ye Liangyan lifted her head from his embrace, "Is this really okay? The party is still going on downstairs."
Jiang Yutang had already closed his eyes, his expression calm. "It doesn't matter, it's not important anyway."
Not important?
His own father's birthday is not important?
Ye Liangyan tucked her confusion away in her heart.
Thinking back to when she first met the Jiang's parents, Jiang Yutang's interactions with his family members—whether it was his parents or Jiang Yuchu—seemed indifferent, except for Grandma Jiang and his sister. For everyone else, there seemed to be no significant emotional changes.
Even towards Jiang Yuchu, there was an inexplicable coldness.