Cen Ye walked out of the game room, and his expression had returned to normal. The villa was already lit up, and as he descended the stairs, a servant saw him and asked, "Mr. Cen, would you like dinner now?" Cen Ye felt a bit hungry, nodded, and then asked, "What about my brother?" The servant replied, "Oh, Mr. Cen Zhi said he would have dinner at home and come over to handle work afterward."
Cen Ye didn't say anything more. He actually didn't think work had to be done overnight; his brother could very well spend more time at home with his wife and child. But Cen Zhi was a workaholic, and since Cen Ye couldn't persuade him, he simply didn't bother trying anymore.
Dinner was served quickly, a simple home-cooked meal of four dishes and a soup. Cen Ye picked up his chopsticks and had a few bites but felt that the food was tasteless and had no appetite. A thought struck him, and he looked up at the liquor cabinet beside him.