"Well, it's good that war hasn't broken out,"
Lin Mingyuan reined in his thoughts. This was indeed staggering news that would cause a stir if someone else came into its knowledge. However, for Lin Mingyuan, what mattered most was the present moment.
"Knock knock knock."
There came a knocking sound from the direction of the ground floor.
"Come in."
Meng Zheng came down cheerily carrying a food box.
"I've brought you some dishes."
The young man laid out the steaming hot food, perfectly setting the bowls and chopsticks; he was an exceptionally capable assistant, even when it came to taking care of domestic affairs.
Meng Zheng smiled and beckoned to the little girl lying in the surgical chair.
"It's time for lunch."
To his surprise, Lin Xingjie turned her head and brusquely declined.
"I don't want to eat."
Lin Mingyuan asked,
"Don't you like the dishes Mom made anymore?"
"...No," the little girl shook her head, "but I just can't eat."
The two adult men exchanged glances.