Li Zijia clapped his shoulder, "Look at how you talk. We're practically brothers; you should have told us instead of letting us guess like everyone else. Plus, at that time, there was some poignant love story floating around. Ah, does Ms. Qin know about this?"
"My last name is Nan, yours is Li." Nan Sichen casually retorted, implying 'we are not brothers'.
Then he walked over to Mrs. Nan and asked in a slightly softer voice, "How is it going?"
"Nothing, just a stomach upset." Mrs. Nan brushed it off casually.
Feeling she couldn't contribute any further to that, Qin Yin stepped in, saying, "Mom probably won't be able to eat tonight. I'll make some plain porridge for her to drink."
"Hmm," nodded Nan Sichen.
So, Qin Yin went to the kitchen.
