Remembering how he used to huff, Shen Jin wished he could go back in time and knock himself out. He had thought they were tiny gestures of displeasure, never imagining he had made it so obvious.
He had never felt so affected. Shoveling rice into his mouth through his tears, Shen Jin finally understood why his silly goose of an older brother had not been taking any dishes.
He was already full from his own hopeless tears, and his dignity had been flung miles away. What was the point of eating anything else?
"That just proves we're in tune as father and son."
Unlike Shen Jin, who could not bear to face anyone, Shen Changgeng was not embarrassed in the slightest. He even bragged, "A son takes after his father. He gets it from me."
Having witnessed his younger brother go from composed to utterly mortified in mere moments, Shen Yu, who had escaped further questioning, chuckled furtively. Then Shen Jin shot him a glance, and his grin vanished at once.
His woeful expression was so pitiful that even Ji Cიცen noticed Shen Yu's cowardly look at being caught and could not help raising the corners of his mouth.
They were more than half a table apart, practically seated at opposite corners by Shen Changgeng, yet their eyes still met instinctively.
Ji Cიცen pressed his lips together, trying hard not to laugh, afraid that being too brazen would provoke everyone's ire. After all, he was currently the person the Shen Family was on guard against.
Their exchange was silent, but the others were not blind. Shen Changgeng looked left, then right, and his grin vanished too. Finally, he narrowed his eyes at his youngest son beside him.
*Well, well. Already making eyes at each other right in front of me.