"The Lu family's young master has gone abroad," Ji Mingyuan's wheelchair came to a stop next to the stone table in the center of the pavilion.
Cool tea and cut fruit were placed on the stone table.
Ji Chengzhou, holding fish food in his hand, stood at the railing, grabbed a handful of the feed, and tossed it into the lake. The fish scrambled to feed, and while watching them, he casually responded, "Mm."
"Did you force him to leave?" Ji Mingyuan took a sip of the cool tea.
Ji Chengzhou said indifferently, "No."
Ji Mingyuan curved his lips in a smile, "You're still hiding things in front of me?"
Ji Chengzhou glanced at Ji Mingyuan, threw another handful of fish food, then put the fish feed container down and washed his hands in the basin next to him. He sat down on the stone seat next to the stone table, and while pouring tea, he said, "If you count the coercion of conscience."
Ji Mingyuan didn't quite understand, "What do you mean?"
