Han Xin entered the dining room, his expression unreadable. Butler Qing followed closely behind, carrying a tray laden with food. He placed the dishes on the table, which had already been set earlier with meticulous care. The aroma of freshly cooked food filled the room, mingling with the salty sea breeze wafting in through the open windows.
Han Zhan, who had been locked out by Han Xin, ran around to the front of the villa and entered through the front door. He hurried to the dining room and sat down next to Han Xin just before Peng Xiu could take the seat. "Cousin, you are so heartless, you just left me there," he said, his tone exaggeratedly dramatic.
Han Xin ignored his theatrics, focusing instead on the food in front of him. Peng Xiu entered the room, her eyes narrowing when she saw Han Zhan sitting next to Han Xin. She walked over to Han Zhan, her voice dripping with a sweetness that was more terrifying than her usual rudeness. "Zhan-ge, can you please sit over there?"
