The tea shop was bustling with people, mostly office workers and students rushing and sporting weary faces. Suddenly, two flamboyantly dressed individuals caught everyone's attention.
Jiang Jinsang instinctively lowered his gaze, wishing he didn't know them.
But a certain little guy looked around and immediately waved at him, "Uncle, we're over here."
Then a little guy with a slicked-back hairstyle and a leather jacket had already made his way to his table and climbed onto the stool.
"Uncle, do I look cool today?"
"Uh-huh," Jiang Jinsang nodded stiffly, thinking his brother would turn green if he saw this getup.
Qi Zeyan, although dressed in a broad suit, still sported his signature side-parted slick hairdo, but he couldn't hide his fatigue.
"Didn't sleep well last night?" Jiang Jinsang sized him up.
"Don't you know your own nephew's temper?"
Once he was away from his brother, he was literally sky-high with endless energy.