Sensing that his patience was being stretched thin, Han Yongrui closed his eyes to recollect his perseverance. He transferred Chi Weiran back to his room with the excuse of convenience.
However, the youngster adamantly refused to eat. Chi Weiran's incorrigible stubbornness was vexing, especially the way the younger crossed his arms furiously and pouted sullenly while he avoided the older male's gaze.
Setting the tray of food aside, Han Yongrui outstretched his arm and caught the youngster's chin between his forefingers, angling Chi Weiran's face to look at him.
"You will eat," Han Yongrui commanded, but Chi Weiran was bold enough to swat his hand away angrily.
"I pleaded with you to let me see my brother perform!" Chi Weiran cried out, suppressing his tears desperately. "I've already healed perfectly enough, why would you keep me here against my will? Why would you use a binding technique to keep me from moving?"
