"Grandpa Qin's not that senile." Su Ziqiao said, crossing his legs, "Just in case he does ask you, you mustn't agree."
"I can't guarantee that." Su Zhan casually took back his pen.
Sly, cunning!
Su Ziqiao silently cursed in his heart, "What else do you want? Just say it."
"Want?" Su Zhan didn't particularly like that word.
"No, second brother, we're siblings, no need to be so formal. Just tell your little brother if there's anything you need. If I can do it, I'll make it happen," Su Ziqiao said ingratiatingly.
"I'm getting tired of the hospital food." Su Zhan touched his face, "Xiao San, don't you think I've lost weight since I came back?"
Lost weight?
He didn't think so.
Though his second brother is a doctor, he's also into fitness. He cares about his body even more than he does.
Don't think he doesn't know. His second brother even set up a gym at home near the hospital with a bunch of imported exercise equipment. He was envious.
