Li Changyu grinned and sat down beside his grandfather, leaning lazily against him. He pouted and said, "You were always saying I wasn't mature enough. Now that I am, you're complaining about it."
Li Changfeng looked at his somewhat haggard younger brother and smiled. "That's actually true. I always used to think he was too flighty. But the other day, I saw him with Huai Zi at the restaurant, discussing business so earnestly with someone. It felt strange, as if that wasn't Changyu at all. Even Huai Zi seemed different from his usual self."
At the mention of Zhang Huai, Li Changyu fell silent, and his recently lifted spirits immediately plummeted.
Mrs. Fang, clutching a shoe sole she was stitching, looked at Li Changyu with concern. "Are you hungry? Do you want me to make some pastries for you to eat?"
Li Changyu chuckled. "Mom, didn't we just have lunch a little while ago? How could I be hungry already? You still treat me like a little kid."
