Yan Xianjue's gaze instantly turned disdainful. Under his classmates' expectant stares, he slowly spat out a few words. "No, he came to mooch a meal."
Yan Yi'an nodded.
The classmates: "..."
What was that nod supposed to mean?
You didn't actually believe him, did you?!
The brothers exchanged fewer than five sentences, yet their classmates had already flooded their minds with dozens of complaints.
Unless they saw it with their own eyes, they could never have believed that Yan Xianjue and Yan Yi'an got along like this.
Although they were all of the same generation, the age gap meant that their impressions of Yan Yi'an had come entirely from the elders in their families.
A hard-handed businessman, a cunning fox at the negotiating table, a merciless manager.
But no one had ever told them that someone like Yan Yi'an would so readily say something like, "I was wrong."
Not to mention questions like, "Are you used to living there? Do you need anything? Have you made friends?" Most of them had spent more time with housekeepers and nannies than with their own parents since childhood.
How could they have imagined that a CEO whose every minute was worth tens of millions would ask questions like some nagging mother?
Yan Xianjue did not think their fuss was anything worth noting.
This was nothing. If they went to see how Zhou Ye's second uncle nagged Zhou Ye, they would realize his eldest brother had been holding back considerably.
For quite a while, he had even suspected this was an occupational disease among CEOs.
Only then did Yan Yi'an seem to notice that the little quail balls huddled together were genuinely afraid of him. He stood and said to Yan Xianjue, "Since you have plans today, I'll head back to the company first."