Tang Jin was still held in his embrace, steadily holding onto his neck.
He showed no fear at the sudden change in Ye Changan's expression.
He probably knew that his senior brother had everything under control, only tilting his head with some confusion and carefully observing Zong Siyan's facial features.
This time, Ye Changan smiled. His grip did not loosen, but his face instantly changed back from that gloomy state to his usual smiling demeanor, "Ah, after all, I was really angry just now."
It wasn't just the junior brother's feelings for Jinjin. To Ye Changan, this junior sister whom he had raised since she was little and seen in all states, was also his Achilles' heel.
Just now, that gloomy and fierce appearance was like Ye Changan, the ferocious deity who single-handedly fought an entire Demon Mountain with just a Peach Wood Sword.
This change in facial expression made both Xie Ci and Jiang Na pause, startled.
