The exchange ended with Yan Yi'an receiving a string of numbers and Yan Shan receiving a webnovel reading list strongly recommended by Yan Ci.
Yan Yi'an did not tell the rest of the family about it.
Because he vaguely suspected that Yan Xianjue would ultimately be the one to decipher that string of numbers.
As though it were some predetermined fate.
But that did not mean he would not make some attempts before then.
Yan Xianjue woke from a nap in the office, only to discover with disappointment that his second sister and the researchers had already left.
More than half of the documents he had used as a pillow had also been reviewed by his eldest brother.
Still bleary-eyed, he rubbed his eyes and checked the time.
It looked like his plan to go play with Shen Fangli had fallen through.
He could not help pinning the blame on Gan Lin.
He should have shocked him for a little longer. God knew he had only come to deliver breakfast.
Yet he had ended up sending his second sister away.
He threw off the thin blanket that had somehow been draped over him, his voice still slurred with sleep. "When are we going home?"
Yan Yi'an glanced at the documents beside him. "Ten minutes."
"You should go wash up first."
Yan Xianjue nodded and wobbled to his feet.
This weekend had honestly been a little too eventful.
That was what Yan Xianjue thought as he lay on the cruise ship's deck.
Shen Fangli lay in the lounge chair beside him and let out a long breath.
Then she solemnly delivered her verdict on the weekend. "Filming variety shows really is the easiest thing after all!"
Yan Xianjue: "??? How did you reach that conclusion?"
Shen Fangli rolled her