Yan Yi'an stopped Yan Xianjue from carrying any more books out.
Then, as if casually, he asked, "Did Grandpa's notes have a reading order?"
Yan Xianjue looked even more surprised. "Grandpa mentioned it to you?"
Then he reconsidered. No matter how he looked at it, his eldest brother was the family's eldest grandson. It was perfectly normal for Grandpa to have privately entrusted him with something.
Thinking that, he lowered his head and rummaged through the cabinet again.
From Yan Yi'an's angle, it looked as though he had shoved his entire head inside.
"Cough." Yan Yi'an raised a fist to his lips and, while Yan Xianjue was not paying attention, turned away and silently chuckled.
Yan Xianjue truly did not notice someone behind him comparing him to a headless zombie.
He pulled out a notebook that looked rather thin and was bound in a noticeably different manner, then handed it to Yan Yi'an.
"This is the list Grandpa gave me."
"Maybe he was afraid I was too young at the time to understand or remember," he reminded him. "Grandpa added very detailed explanations at the back. I only found them later."
After all, he had still been young when Grandpa passed away, so he found that explanation quite reasonable.
But Yan Yi'an's gaze flickered.
He knew it. Although Grandpa enjoyed speaking in riddles, he could not possibly have given no hints at all.
After confirming that Yan Xianjue did not mind,
he directly flipped to the pages at the back where Grandpa had left Yan Xianjue messages.
But at that moment, Yan Xianjue yawned and handed Yan Yi'an a key to the cabinet. "If you want to read them, Big Brother, just come to my study. Remember to put them back when you're done."
"Don't we have a flight at