Jiang Weiyuan stared at her. He seemed to be in a stupor as he thought of the past. A sense of nostalgia washed upon him and a dim smile ever so slightly moved the corner of his lips.
Jiang Weiyuan slowly sat on the couch opposite the bed. Lihua silently stood beside him.
He smiled. "Sit."
She did and slowly asked, "If it's too painful then-"
He shook his head. "It's not like that. I am just thinking about the past when bro wasn't so withdrawn. You wouldn't believe it but he used to smile and talk a lot."
Lihua was taken aback. As far as she saw, Jiang Weizhe didn't talk much with the rest of the family members.
"But that was before Old Master dragged him to start his Mafia King's training. You should know that our father was an extremely authoritarian man, almost like a dictator."
She widened her eyes. "Really? But you and Dad are so different. Wei and Jiang Li too."
