Su Shijie bit off a piece of Dongpo pork, watching as his small bowl filled up again.
Ever since they were children, his sister always remembered what he loved to eat, always giving him the best food, for fear he might not grow properly.
After finishing a piece of Dongpo pork, Su Shijie wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin.
He had been away for a few days, and hadn't expected so much to have happened in his absence.
Zhuo Junyi had already told him about the truth of his sister's parentage.
Su Shijie hesitated for a moment, "Sis, we didn't have the same father, will you still treat me well in the future? If I could, I would replace all the blood in my body that belongs to him, he never fulfilled much of his duty as a father."
Especially five years ago, when he sent Su Ningyan abroad.
Su Shijie truly despised him; no matter what he did, he simply didn't care.
However, causing harm to Su Ningyan was something he could never forgive.
