"Oh."
After hearing Ning Yao say that, Shen Cong clammed up again.
That was simply how he was known in the industry as a major director.
Hailed as the best director, he never dragged his feet over casting or scriptwriting, nor did he put the wrong people in the wrong roles.
At an upscale gathering, being a man of few words might even earn him praise.
But the less formal the occasion, and the more it called for socializing, the more awkward and helpless his silence made him look.
Sometimes, silence could not solve anything.
The two of them arrived in the kitchen. They had each cooked there before, and both had made meals for the other.
But cooking together really did leave them at a bit of a loss.
Usually, either Yun Xiaoran cooked or Shen Jin did.
The last time they had cooked together was when Yun Xiaoran's parents had visited and the two of them had gone into the kitchen together.
That time, though, they had rushed the preparations and had not done a particularly good job.
Shen Jin sorted and washed the vegetables while Yun Xiaoran chopped them.
Shen Jin was still deeply worried about her parents. From what she could see, their relationship was far from good-it had practically reached the point of a complete break.
Five years of divorce had not made them cherish their few encounters or greet each other like old friends reunited.
Instead, they were like two strangers, brought together only because of Shen Jin.
If one day that last thread connecting them through her was severed...
What excuse would she have left to bring them together then?
Shen Jin's eyes were slightly red as she kept sniffling while sorting the vegetables.
Yun Xiaoran noticed something was wrong.
He looked