Three minutes earlier.
Ya Tianjing was sitting on the sofa on the phone. The TV was playing some brainless soap opera; he'd glance at it every now and then, but it was the kind where you'd forget even the lead's face as soon as it was over.
Rare bit of downtime, he was lounging around alone, a few kinds of fresh fruit on the table and a bottle of red wine next to them.
When he heard the sound of the door opening, Ya Tianjing came back to his senses and glanced toward the entryway, only to unexpectedly see Ya Tianxing walking in in slippers, acting like no one else existed.
Ya Tianjing couldn't help being stunned for a second.
He picked up the remote at his side and turned the TV volume down.
"What's up?"
Ya Tianjing asked calmly, forcibly suppressing the surprise in his eyes and brows.
Ya Tianxing shot him a cold look.
