After all these years, archaeologists still hadn't discovered the Prince of Zhennan's cause of death, yet an ordinary screenwriter had managed to guess most of it, even depicting the details with such lifelike accuracy.
Who would believe he didn't have inside information?!
Once Jian Ran figured that out, he patted Yu Zhuo on the shoulder. "Old-timer, give me another fried egg. I need the protein."
"Okay..." With him changing the subject so quickly, Yu Zhuo couldn't work out what he was getting at.
"And add a bowl of tofu pudding, a fried dough stick, and three steamed buns," Jian Ran added.
Yu Zhuo was speechless. Fine, he was simply hungry.
After breakfast and another two shots, Jian Ran was taking a break when he saw his phone vibrate. He reached for it and answered. "Who's this?"
"Bro, it's me." Jian Dan's low voice came through the receiver.
Jian Ran wasn't surprised at all. "Was the surgery successful?"
Jian Dan was a little taken aback. He'd thought Jian Ran didn't care about their mother's surgery. "...Very successful. The doctor said that as long as she recovers well, the chances of a relapse are very low. I never thought Mom would still be able to..."
At that, Jian Dan's voice grew choked.
Jian Ran's lips curled into a roguish smile. "I told you. Meeting me was your chance to defy fate and change your lives."
Jian Dan was speechless. No matter how he listened to that, it sounded awkward, leaving him unable to respond.
"You're going abroad soon, right? Have you saved enough for tuition?" Jian Ran suddenly asked.
Jian Dan fell even more silent.
Jian Ran had taken the last of the family's money, claiming grandly that he was going to make his way in show business. Then their mother had