After all, they are siblings. Someday, they'll let go of the past, won't they?
"Not bad," Jian Shichu ruffled her hair, "but definitely not as good as me."
"Of course," Ye Qingci chuckled, wrapping her arms around his neck and praising him without hesitation, "My Seventh Master is the best, the best, the best! No one can compare to him."
"Good girl!" Jian Shichu kissed her lightly, picked up a pen, and signed his name with bold strokes at the end of the document spread on the desk. "It's getting late. We should head back. Where do you want to eat tonight? Out or at home?"
"Let's go home," Ye Qingci replied. "Grandpa Wun is still there; it wouldn't be polite otherwise."
"Don't worry," Jian Shichu said with a laugh. "Now, no matter what you do, my grandpa wouldn't say anything. If you just mention that you want to eat out, he'll happily agree."
