The Shen family was all joy and laughter throughout the meal.
Qin Lian held Shen Fanyun's hand the entire time, fussing over him, reluctant to let go.
Halfway through, Shen Bufan couldn't stand it anymore and pretended to be annoyed. "Mom," he grumbled, "you still have another son, you know. Aren't you being a little biased?"
"Oh, you," Qin Lian chided affectionately.
Shen Bufan chuckled. "Hehe." He seemed to grow more and more relaxed from the moment Shen Fanyun returned. It was as if an invisible mountain weighing on him had finally been lifted.
"Bro, honestly, I don't want the car," Shen Bufan said, negotiating with Shen Fanyun. "Besides, driving such an expensive car around could attract all the wrong kinds of girls, and I'm worried I might be led astray."
"Alright. I'll find a place to store it. If you change your mind, you can go get it anytime," Shen Fanyun said, not insisting.
