Ji Huan seemed utterly unsurprised to see Yan Han.
He welcomed him to sit, asking him for his drink preference. Yan Han replied that he'd like tea, so Ji Huan got up to make it.
"What do you want to ask about, the baby boy or Ying Zi?"
Ji Huan handed over the hot tea and went straight to the point.
Yan Han took the tea, cradling it in both hands, and sat straight-back on the sofa.
Honestly, he seldom adopted such a cautious posture.
In his thirty-three years of life, everything had gone smoothly until he turned twenty-eight. Despite the occasional storms, the odds of failure were virtually zero. Anything he wanted or dreamed of, as long as he worked hard, he could achieve.
However, the year he turned twenty-eight, there was an unexpected twist in his life.
This surprise had caused his mental trajectory to forever deviate from its former path.
Yet, even so, he managed to mask it well externally.
