Jian Sirun placed his large hand on his older brother's shoulder, his voice deep with meaning, "One is willing to make the move, the other willing to go along with it."
"What?" Jian Mingcheng was utterly confused. They're already divorced.
Si Yuhuan accepted the rice Aunt Liu served. He first tasted the braised pork, praising it continuously, "The flavor is good, with excellent wok hei." Then he started eating the stir-fried choy sum.
Jian Xi held her bowl of rice. This supposedly happy family meal suddenly isn't appetizing anymore, she thought.
Jian Sirun ate with composure, while Jian Mingcheng found the food tasteless.
"Director Si, you came today just to bring a thank-you gift?" Jian Mingcheng couldn't help but ask, his tone characteristically blunt.
After Si Yuhuan had nearly finished eating, he wiped his mouth with a napkin. "I'm also here to take Jian Xi to the hospital."
Jian Xi looked at Si Yuhuan.
