Chapter 1707: Like a Fishbone Stuck in One’s Throat

Loo Jinyang held back a bit and gestured inside, “Alright, go in, I’ll watch you go upstairs before I leave.”

He Xue’s pouty face broke the moment.

“So I’m going up now?”

“Yes,” he nodded slightly, “go ahead.”

He Xue changed her shoes, walked inside, but suddenly veered to the kitchen to put the pastry in the fridge.

Loo Jinyang promptly reminded her, “That’s flaky pastry, it’ll get soft in the fridge, take it out quickly.”

He Xue retracted her hand and quickly took it out, “Then how should I store it?”

“Just leave it there, have some for breakfast tomorrow, if you can’t finish it, take it to work. There’re only a few pieces, so don’t worry about wasting.”

He Xue listened to him very closely, did exactly as he said, even put it in a conspicuous place, then took a can of orange juice from the fridge and ran over to hand it to him.

“Brother Jinyang, smoke less, this is nice to drink, I bought it for you!”

She ran off as she spoke.

Loo Jinyang watched her go upstairs. The little girl was at the bedroom door, still glancing at the door. He smiled and gestured her to go in quickly.

Once He Xue closed the door, he gently closed it too and made his way down the stairs.

Halfway down, he encountered the security guard who was holding a flashlight, shining it at his feet.

“Is it Young Master Loo?”

The security guard came running over, “I think I heard Missy’s voice earlier, looked around but didn’t see anyone. Is she alright?”

“No problem.”

Loo Jinyang replied warmly, “She’s just timid and got scared. Please replace the lights soon.”

“They need to be replaced, but we don’t have this type in stock. It was hard to find one and it turned out to be broken. The shops are closed, so we can’t buy it now. We’ll have to do it tomorrow.”

As he spoke with the security guard, Loo Jinyang continued walking outside, parting ways at the entrance.

He drove the car inside but didn’t drive it into the garage, planning to leave early in the morning and didn’t want to go through the trouble.

He thought everyone at home was asleep, but found the lights still on in the living room.

The lily-shaped table lamp was placed next to the carpet.

Loo Yao was sitting by the coffee table, in front of him was a pile of spread-out architectural design drafts. Hearing the commotion, he turned to look back, adjusting his glasses, “Brother, you’re back?”

Loo Jinyang suddenly felt a lump in his throat.

A few hours earlier, he had seen Loo Yao at the police station.

Loo Yao requested to see him, and when Loo Jinyang came out of the interrogation room, no one asked what was said, they all pressured him to bail Loo Yao out.

In the heat of the moment, he angrily said, “He was doing drugs! How do I bail him out?”

As soon as the words were out, Grandma slapped him.

Loo Jinyang pressed his tongue against the inner wall of his mouth, his slapped cheek rising in a curve, his brows dark and eyes sharp as a blade.

“Why are you looking at me like that, brother? Are you unhappy I’ve returned home?”

Loo Jinyang remained silent with a cold expression.

He instantly understood what Loo Yao intended.

Sure enough, the next second he heard footsteps coming down from upstairs.

Mother Loo came hurriedly with a coat draped over her shoulders, her anxious eyes searching for Loo Yao, even feeling Loo Jinyang was blocking her view.

She hurried to comfort him, “It’s not true, JinYang is your biological brother, for so many years he’s been hoping, just like us, for your return. How could he be unhappy about your return?”

Loo Yao’s face initially grim lit up suddenly. He cautiously looked at Loo Jinyang and carefully asked, “Is that really true, brother?”