Ye Nanshen sauntered in with his hands in his pockets, his strikingly handsome face wearing a half-smile. His eyebrows slightly raised, he exuded a leisurely elegance, his entire demeanor radiating a lazy aristocracy.
After many days, Ye Nanshen seemed even more captivating to everyone at the scene. Yet, Ye Shaochen felt a sting in his eyes at the sight of Ye Nanshen's healthy state.
Ye Shaochen's face briefly flashed an unnatural expression, forcing a stiff smile and asked, "Nanshen, when did your legs get better?"
"Quite a while ago. Probably since my lucky charm married me?" Ye Nanshen said. He tilted his head, as nonchalant as if he were discussing the dinner menu.
Ye Shaochen's fingers clenched unconsciously and he said, "Why didn't you inform everyone? We would have been happy to know."
Ye Nanshen chuckled lightly, casually pulling out a chair to sit, and said, "I was afraid that if I told you, you wouldn't be able to eat."
