Yan Yi'an killed the competition with a single sentence.
The garden fell into an uninhabited silence once more.
Because Yan Wan had made a bizarre discovery: she seemed unable to imagine it either.
"If work were personified..."
Yan Yi'an immediately cut off her fantasy. "Xiao Wan, Xian Jue is just an exception. There aren't that many fantastical things happening in the world."
Yan Wan looked at him strangely. "Are you sure?"
"What if the author just hasn't written that part yet?"
Yan Yi'an and Yan Wan stared at each other.
Yan Yi'an clearly hadn't said a word, yet Yan Wan effortlessly read a sentence from his expression.
—The last normal person in this family has lost his mind too.
Yan Wan: "..."
Throwing caution to the wind, Yan Wan said, "Fine, I admit it. I've been a little too idle at home lately, so I've read too many light novels and watched too much anime."
Wasn't it mainly because she was curious and wanted to know the principle behind the fantastical incident of Yan Xianjue being able to hear people's thoughts?
Yan Wan took a deep breath, trying to get her brain back to work.
She remembered how Yan Xianjue occasionally grumbled in his heart that his eldest brother had already joined the ranks of old men.
She cautiously suggested, "Then how about asking Mom to arrange a blind date for you?"
Yan Yi'an chose to open his conversation with Yan Wan from the perspective he used for Yan Xianjue.
In an instant, he felt that the whole world was normal again.
In a flat tone, he said, "When I was eighteen, I already talked to Mom about this."
Yan Yi'an simply couldn't imagine what he would be like if he became one of those novel CEOs.
Only knowing how