[Did the Ji Household's antique shelf come with some kind of broken-leg buff!!!]
Yan Xianjue's silence was deafening to the Yan family.
Literally.
He might have kept his mouth shut, but why did his thoughts come with a built-in loudspeaker?!
Yan Yi'an checked his phone and confirmed once again that he had not received any new updates from the Ji Household.
It was not that they did not want to get the full story.
But the birthday boy had already been knocked unconscious.
It would be rather impolite for them to keep lingering there.
At the very least, the relationship between the Yan Household and the Ji Household had not yet crossed that level of social etiquette.
Thinking about it, Yan Yi'an became rather curious.
How had Yan Xianjue known that Ji the Old Master had been paralyzed?
Doing the math and subtracting the time they had spent on the road...
Even if the Ji family had moved quickly, they should have only just finished the examination, right?
And Yan Xianjue already knew the Ji Household's results?
Yan Yi'an quietly wondered who had told Yan Xianjue.
*
Yan Wan had originally been politely declining the rest of the banquet with Mother Yan.
When she heard Yan Xianjue's thoughts, she suddenly fell silent.
This gossip... really had a strong commitment to after-sales service, huh.
Mother Yan saw the conflicted look in Yan Wan's eyes and smiled knowingly.
She knew it.
How could anyone resist gossip?
Eating gossip felt great for a moment; eating it constantly felt great forever.
This stuff was addictive!
The reason Yan Wan felt tired was because she had not had enough gossip!
*
While Mother Yan and Yan Wan were chatting.
Yan Ci sat across from them.
He slouched bonelessly against the sofa and casually accepted the