Relax, Don’t Be Nervous

"Second Brother, look who I met!"

Rong Yan dragged Sang Qianqian and ran to the car excitedly. "It's my favorite Sister Qianqian!"

"Oh."

The young man responded nonchalantly and got out of the car. He sized Sang Qianqian up and turned to Rong Yan, raising his eyebrows. "But didn't your goddess die five years ago?"

Sang Qianqian was speechless.

Goddess? What the hell?

"It must be a resurrection! Amazing, right?"

Rong Yan happily told him about how Sang Qianqian hadn't died from her injuries. She then turned around and introduced him to Sang Qianqian, "Sister Qianqian, this is my second brother, Rong Yi. We are twins."

Sang Qianqian was surprised.

Rong Yan's figure was petite and weak, but Rong Yi was tall and straight, at least 185 cm and above. The young man's demeanor was unruly and arrogant.