"SO, did anyone from your family try to contact you over the weekend?" Luo Yan finally asked after a moment of comfortable silence, getting to the point that had been on his mind.
Shen Ji Yun paused with his cup of Americano halfway to his lips. He slowly put the cup back down on the table. "No, no one contacted me."
This came as a surprise to him. He had honestly expected to get an angry phone call, or maybe even a summons to the main house. But he had gotten nothing at all. Even Uncle Yi Mu hadn't mentioned anything. It could only mean one of two things—either Shen Xin hadn't told the family patriarch what he saw, or the old man just didn't care. Either way, it was convenient for him, so he wouldn't complain.
