Qin Xiaoshuang gazed into Nalan Ye Jue's eyes.
Though his brother-in-law treated him gently and thoughtfully, his presence was actually very powerful and cold.
At this moment, looking into his brother-in-law's eyes, he felt a great pressure.
But he still tried his best to finish speaking: "My mother said that men in the Nalan Family have a hereditary illness and don't live past the age of 30... so, so..."
He wondered how he could ask the questions he wanted to know without hurting Nalan Ye Jue's pride.
Unexpectedly.
Nalan Ye Jue was very composed, slightly curled his lips, and even chuckled a bit, completing the difficult part of the sentence for him: "So, you're worried your sister will become a widow when I'm 30? Want to know how I plan to arrange my matters and take care of your sister for the rest of her life?"
Qin Xiaoshuang's face looked a bit uncomfortable; he lowered his head, then raised it again:
