Pei Yan, having taken off his sunglasses and moving freely, completely ignored Sifuer's eyes which transitioned from compassion to doubt and then to shock, finally turning into anger. He swaggered over to the dining table, picked up a bun from the plate, and started eating it voraciously, muttering in Mandarin while he ate, "Sis, your buns perfectly inherited Dad's craftsmanship."
"Mr. Shitang, quite a good appetite indeed! I thought given your imposing accusations, you'd be spending the rest of your life with a wheelchair!" Sifuer retorted angrily as she sat back on her chair.
