I want to sit with Ling Xi? Seems to me you're the one who wants to sit with him.
You want it so badly your IQ's dropped. Like an idiot.
Ji Yanzhi's gaze instantly grew colder, slicing into Ji Ting like a barrage of blades.
Seemingly sensing the chill between the brothers, Lin Qing tried to smooth things over. "Xiao Xi, sit down. It's not often our whole family gets to..."
Before she could finish, a sneer dripping with sarcasm cut her off. "Who's family with you?"
With that, Ji Yanzhi stood up and left.
"Hey, Xiao Zhi! Xiao Zhi!"
"Leave him alone," Ji Shize snapped, his brows furrowed. "He can eat or not, whatever he likes. Just pretend he isn't here."
Once Ji Yanzhi left, the tension at the dinner table noticeably dissipated.
But Ji Ting had no part in that harmony. He barely spoke throughout the meal, making Ji Shize and the others look even more like a family of three.
"Xiao Ting, why are you eating so little today?" Lin Qing placed a piece of fish belly in his bowl. "Aren't these all dishes you like?"
"I had a late lunch. I'm not hungry." After this flat reply, Ji Ting put down his chopsticks. "I'm done. I'll go back to my room."
He got up and left the dining room, only for Ling Xi to follow him out.
"Ji Ting, wait."
Ji Ting turned around. "What is it?"
Ling Xi pressed his lips together and approached him. "There's something I want to tell you. Can we go to your room?"
"No."
Ji Ting instinctively resisted the idea of being alone in a room with the original novel's bottom. "Whatever you want to say, say it here."
Ling Xi studied his expression. He didn't seem upset, yet his